A HUNDRED POEMS – LV

In the tapestry of verse, my poetry lies,
A shattered mosaic beneath somber skies.
Each fracture a tale of a distant past,
A kaleidoscope of memories amassed.

I am not whole, nor is my verse complete,
A mirror reflecting sorrows, bittersweet.
In every shard, a glimpse of my soul,
A fractured image I cannot control.

Yet in these fragments, truths reside,
Echoes of me I cannot hide.
Though my poetry may lack completion,
It’s a testament to my inner disposition.

So let me embrace this fractured art,
Wearing scars with grace, a noble part.
For within each shard, a tale is woven,
A journey of pain, yet also of devotion.

:: 03.03.2024 ::