Kintsugi

Gathering the pieces

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Life feels slow; life feels hard.

People I trust broke my heart.

Making me question my past.

Should I call it pleasant?

Or an unmapped grief.

I sit on my bed

As I pen this poetry.

Stifled by torment,

Where I am meant to feel free.

No one sees my gloomy eyes,

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Nor do they hear my muffled cries,

Dull face, lost look,

I look around searching for peace.

Days pass on, pain grows further.

Words are still thrown at me.

Once I felt fury,

Now it's all numb.

My good girl facade

Still stays with a pretty smile,

As I shatter inside, pain too terrifying.

I still cling to the pieces,

Big and small, hoping to fix it

With a Gilded Glue.

~ Diya