Shattered Glass
Broken in more ways than one.
By Amanda DoylePublished 6 years ago • 1 min read
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It may come as a surprise to you
that I am nothing more than
a body made of shattered glass.
I feel like I've never had a home.
I've had many places to live,
but a roof over my head never made me whole,
and an apology could never fix my sorry heart.
I do feel melodramatic
for letting the idea of reckless abandon
intoxicate me so fiercely.
But I've always been drawn to
bright lights and dark corners,
and if I make my own world into hell,
it won't be so bad when I arrive at my destination.
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About the Creator
Amanda Doyle
Currently in my "figuring it the hell out" era.
Big believer in everything happening for a reason, second chances, and the fact that we're living in a simulation.
Check out my podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/semimindfulbanter
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