poetry

Shattered Glass

I look at the women before me

She has given me life

She has given me lies

She has given me shelter

She has given me storms

She has given me hugs…

No..

She has given me bruises

And now

She needs me

She thanks me

And

All

I

Feel

Is shattered glass

in my soul

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