Caught in the undertow,
I was flotsam
on the tide,
my life lay in tatters
and I had nothing
left to hide
but the parts of me
you'd discarded,
thrown away so
casually—
I was nothing to you
but jetsam,
abandoned to the sea,
yet on the shoreline
of my existence,
I may have floundered
helplessly,
but amidst the seashells
and lost treasure,
I finally found me.
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Fragments
PoetryPoetry and fragments of my mind. Dealing with heartache, betrayal, sorrow, and hope. Originally posted on Instagram and Facebook.
