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Sep 10
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Child

I try to embrace my memories but the shards cut me,
leaving sickly trails of red
Across 
My
Hands

The more I try to hold my past
The more it breaks apart
I
Am
Gone

The echoes of myself 
Fall to pieces 
Who
Was
I?

The only thing left whole is a mirror
Inside is a reflection of my younger self
Distorted
And
Warped

I cannot tell if it is the mirror or the child
That has broken

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Posted: 09.10.22
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  1. Sep 12, 2022

    this poem struck such a deep chord in myself and i thank you for releasing something so vulnerable to the site. i enjoy the imagery as it emphasizes the phrases even more and paints a vivid picture in my mind. good work!! :)

    i have a vision of what i want to do but the picture is too blurry and i can never remember to clean my glasses.

  1. Sep 15, 2022

    I strongly agree with @Sawyer Fell, this is amazing! Its very raw and open and definitely paints a picture in my mind. It encompasses childhood perfectly, really portraying the pain you feel after you have grown up a bit. Beautiful, beautiful job :))

    ( I think I made you up inside my head )

  1. Sep 17, 2022

    I love how you constantly incorporate the idea of a mirror, whether it's cutting you or reflecting your younger self. I think everyone can relate to the confusion of looking into the past and seeing a completely different version of yourself. Great job!

  1. Sep 18, 2022

    Agree with the other comments, that last line was mic drop worthy, and I loved the spacing and line breaks :D amazing!

    I write because the music of language spoke to me in books and I wanted to make a beautiful noise to answer back ~ Lee Williams.

  1. Sep 18, 2022

    i can really relate to a this pain of struggling to hold onto the past are beautiful, i really appreciate the vulnerability, the poem made me tear up a little bit bc it is so relatable, and just such a beautiful way to describe that pain, through those outstanding metaphors. and the structure really enhances it, too. way to go!

    Elise Cournoyer