Sta.sh
I am
a fear of love,
fear of rejection.
I am
a flawed face,
scratched at by tortured nails.
I am
a water stained mirror,
that sad souls wish to break.
I am
stretched white skin,
that tired fingers pull at in dismay.
Once full of life but abandoned,
greedy hands cracked open my fragile shell.
My heart a hollow space forcefully licked clean.
Leaving me
a fetal form, knees to chin,
wrapped in a patched up blanket
of bitterness and insecurities.
When will I be reborn?
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'greedy hands cracked open my fragile shell'
and
'a fetal form, knees to chin,
wrapped in a patched up blanket
of bitterness and insecurities.'
The emotion of this poem hit me when I read those lines.
'a fetal form, knees to chin,
wrapped in a patched up blanket
of bitterness and insecurities.'
is my favourite.