“Broken Jar” – poem by Laura Champagne



Broken Vase

 

Dirty little secrets covering the trail of lies. I partake with open eyes.

Legs part, accepting the facade, enveloped in warmth, I embrace.

Lying to myself, my eyes see what my heart refuses to accept.

Why, why, why?

Can’t you be what I feel you can be?

Or am I fooling myself with empty hope.

I am holding the jar, with shaking hands.

I stare as it hits the floor, smashes, breaks.

Delicate, dangerous, gleaming fragments scattered everywhere.

 

(note: the image is from pbase.com)

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