Fractured

we’re all broken

it’s not just you

glass slippers on our feet

eggshells spread across the pavement

circles are the mind’s favorite shape

we chainsmoke jealousy

she paints her face daily

he forbids himself from crying

there’s nothing natural in this cycle

walking into walls

we have the cure inside our heart's vial

but choose naive misery

hurting others to drug ourselves

a society of cracks

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

"circles are the mind’s favorite shape
we chainsmoke jealousy..."

There is a left then right punch to this that just defies definition. You left me not knowing what hit me - I like that!

[Kay]

That's very kind of you Kelly! I'm glad to hear this poem carries an impact, I appreciate your positive feedback.

[Kelly Scheppers]

Welcome back!

[Kay]

It's nice to be back. =) I look forward to reading more of your poetry.

[Iam-me]

You see the hurt hidden in real people,deep and profound and so sad, life is cruel.

[Kay]

I agree it's sad, we've all been cracked by life in some way. We usually refer to them as our scars. Thanks for your thoughtful review. =)

[Perdition]

Nope..pretty sure it's just me..Just kidding. This is remarkable Kay! You've caught the broken wing spiraling from the sun and all the walkers beneath oblivious as they pan out tokens for their own remarkable indifferences to abide the need for healing or hiding their fractures. Loved this!! Thank you for sharing it,

[Kay]

That makes you 1 in 7 billion, lol. Thank you for your comments, I'm flattered! I'm glad you liked it. =)

[Perdition]

And to the other.13 billion? ;) lol. My pleasure Kay.