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
