Sharp shards of me
Streaming down the coast
Screaming for attention
Sending frozen shivers across the back
Subtlety in the background
Silence needing to be extinguished
Some dark days ahead, but
Surely some light must emerge
Shards of me shimmering in the moonlight
Categories: Culture, identity, mental health, photography, Poetry, Psychology, society, women
This is an edit right, or was the sky actually that red that day
It was indeed a smoky night:-)
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Nice. “Sharp shards of me” I love that.
I found the poetry you posted this week to be especially effective. Actually, almost all of your posts this week, taken as a whole, are pretty reflective of where we all are at this point in time.