the shock of being
upends the bowl of
me again to shard
and I have only a
net of words to
collect me back
to seeming whole
containment
efforts in pieces
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: )
This whole piece is beautiful, but that first stanza evoked such a poignant image. I read it over and over again
Thank you so much for this kind comment, and for being here : )