Beautifully Broken

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Here is where the midnight cracked us,
tracked us down and stole our song.

Here is where our weary hearts split open,
crazy broken on too-thin shattered strings.

Here is where the dreams we had as teens
(all those raging in-betweens)came to die.

This is where we keep our magnificent mourn
-ing, our unquiet longing, our stilted sorry.

This is our own private lost and found (and
lost again), our never-win, our forgive me,

for yes, I have sinned. Again. Again. This torn
-ado silence, this violence, this place burned

brave and tough and deep, it’s steeped in salt
and antifreeze and a pinch of ink. We think we

are warriors, shattered strong. We know we are
stained glass. A glint of sun. A moonlit gasp.

 

 

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In November, we poem. This is the one with all the prompts. 

 

 

 

 

 

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