no one ever tells you
that it is possible
to be at both your
worst and best
points in your life.
it is like a broken
vase that you
keep gluing back
together but it
never holds.
sometimes the glue
may last weeks,
possibly even months.
the glue can hold
the vase together for
days and hours.
but those passings
of time may only
feel like seconds
before the vase
is knocked over yet
again, hoping that
maybe the glue will
hold the jagged pieces
together once more.
one can only hope
that they have
enough glue.
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Among The Wildflowers
Poetrythe weeds of thoughts that have taken over my mind and put into words to the best of my ability. this is a call to nature and all that is. beauty in art, art in beauty. check out 'The Rose and Her Thorns.' ••• poetry collection explicit language a...
