Broken
And something in me has broken.
Stretched beyond any normal capacity
My soul is but an echo of itself;
Wispy shadow fluttering
On the morning breeze.
And something in me broke.
Gauzey, veil of naivety, gossamer,
My psyche struggles against
Ever changing frailties
Of my childish heart.
And something in me keeps breaking.
Strung out over miles that
You and you and you
Have created. Where the oldest
Lies, my soul has torn.
Stop breaking.
Scrunch up, come together,
Roll back to original shape.
Knead, punch down, add a little flour
Find the rolling pin.
I discover I've not broken.
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