Feelings whirl like a tornado at its most disruptive…Emotions move across the soul refusing to be interrupted. Confusion is a friend, with who I am well acquainted…Often leaving my body scared and tainted.
Missing pieces of myself will I be reunited?Thoughtless questions… people are so short-sighted…Seeing only themselves and their own set of issues.Blind to the needs of others only supplying tissues…
Words spat out in the heat of the moment …Untold misery caused by an unworthy opponent.Inside the head where madness lives...Nobody knows just how much it gives…
Gives parts of one’s self away on loan.Melting them away like an ice-cream cone…The disregarded pieces disappear into deep space…So fast it is often hard to keep pace.
Into a black hole in deepest depths of shadow…So dark they rival the feathers of the darkest crow.A fractured soul destined never to be whole …Just stitched into place. Just like the broken soul.
A soul that can never be fixed, too fractured by hurt…But some in this world will still treat it like dirt,Dirt on the bottom of one’s shoe…After being treated like this will it ever renew?
Renew or repair something one has to do…Only to hope to pray to reawaken a new.A soul once broken can never fully repair…It can only be fixed, patched and left bare.
Better than the one shattered me fully,You just turned out to be a horrible bully.Once I thought my love was true..Turns out the only demon I was fighting was you.
About the Creator
Just-Jay.
My name is Jay.
Transgender neurodiverse human Creative weirdo.
- Pronouns: He/Him.- Pagan- Vegie- Poly & Pan - obsessed with foxes.- Amature photographer and writer- Depression and Anxiety & Fibro warrior.
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