Dismantled

Dismantled short poem

Dismantled short poemPhoto by Nick Kenrick.


A ball of bitterness
in my chest

It feeds on
my soul

Clogging
my mind
Slogging
through my veins
Flogging
my sense of self

It is louder
than sound
More persistent
than love
It muffles
cries of desperation

“You are weak,”
it says,
“that you need others”
“You are insignificant”
it says,
“that you are not enough to be alone”

But I have sculpted this ball
piling upon
it–moulding it
packing it so tightly
that it cannot just
fall apart

It must be

Dismantled.

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