02:00
2AM.
walking aimlessly,
along the broken corners,
picking up pieces.
found something shining,
in the midst of the darkness,
like stars in the sky.
i followed its light,
guided by its soft, warm glow,
buried in the sand.
walking by the sea,
hearing the crashing waters,
mild, subtle chaos.
picked the item up,
examined its appearance,
a gem by the beach.
it glistened and shone,
reflecting with its surface,
quite smooth and shiny.
a shattered glass shard,
its beautiful and broken,
like my fragile heart.
i was not careful,
it slipped out of my weak grasp,
made slits in my skin.
red manifested,
crimson oozed from the thin slits,
running down my flesh.
looked at the water,
and glanced at the reflection,
body painted red.
not the me i knew,
barely recognised myself,
covered in warm blood.
i fell on my knees,
looking to heaven for help,
my only refuge.
as though it answered,
stars shone brighter than before,
like a sign for me.
hope grew in my heart,
my wounds were stitched together,
taken good care of.
got back on my feet,
without much hesitation,
standing on rough sand.
the stars shine for me,
the ocean glistened for me,
the breeze blew for me.
later, i woke up,
in my hand was the glass shard,
it was just a
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Poetry"twenty four hours of poetry." when i'm lost, this is where i go. i turn to poetry, when i'm alone. i can speak my mind, without being too cautious. my heart can rest in peace, when i confide in writing. thoughts hand in hand, my perspective every h...
