i am in between:
between my mother's father's land,
between the land on which i stand;
pulled by memories of the past
i stand divided,
lost
i sway from side to side
i find myself
no place to hide
like the autumn leaf
i drift
following the wind
never falling
never resting
then, maybe when i find a peace
i'll search for bits of me
i lost
then, when i collect them all
i'll string myself
the self i found.
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Broken Pieces
PoetryWhat happens when the image of self is lost? Where does one begin to look for their 'self'? Broken Pieces is a collection of poems that explores and addresses the emotions that make us human: love, the absence of, and the discovery of love for self...
