I've been fragmented-
Shattered.
I've gathered all the large, obvious shards and have cleaned them up before you could get hurt.
But some tiny pieces have managed to hide from my view.
In corners of the kitchen and corners of my heart.
They avoid weeks of vacuuming until one day they're disturbed.
Knocked away from the cabinets during an argument.
Similar to how my resentment surfaces from its hidden suppression.
One day you'll step on one- a piece of me you didn't even realize you chipped-because I hide it so well.
I'm going to wound you long after I meant to.
I have a hard time forgiving people for things they didn't realize they had to apologize for.
YOU ARE READING
What I Said After You Stop Listening
Poesía"I want to cry and get it out of my system but the tears never overflow: I'm drowning from within." My 10th poetry book Started: 5-6-23 Finished: 1-26-24
