Broken sadness
a jagged pill.
Inner madness
stumbles then spills.

Numb inner pain,
hammers her chest.
Thrown in the rain,
grateful for rest.

Empty dark whole,
lays at her core.
Without control,
or need for more.

Strong plastic parts,
well-disguised ploy.
No mind or heart,
cold broken toy.

Her younger self,
handled with care.
Longs for a shelf,
to sit and stare.

Infinite smiles,
plastered to stay,
non versatile,
hope grows each day.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Written for FFFC #214 hosted by Fandango

29 thoughts on “Rebuilt

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  1. Resilient spirit,
    a healing balm.
    Inner strength lit,
    calms raging storms.

    Gentle heartbeats,
    caress her soul.
    Pain’s slow retreat,
    makes her feel whole.

    Bright light within,
    dispels the night.
    A new begin,
    takes steady flight.

    Fragile no more,
    restored, complete.
    Grace at her core,
    she stands, replete.

    Her future self,
    embraces light.
    Freed from the shelf,
    she soars to heights.

    Endless laughter,
    genuine, free.
    Ever after,
    her heart finds peace.

  2. Hope grows every day even if the emptiness is great or the darkness is thick, we are our own light for a new dawn.
    Excellent writing, friend Grace.
    Beautiful day.

  3. Poignant and beautiful poem, Grace! Hope is the first and last resort. Well penned πŸ‘πŸ’–

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