Treasured

After the storm passed

Her dank face tore
into a jigsaw puzzle

The pieces
we carry
in our eyes

To be used
as per convenience

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10 comments

  1. Oh W O W! This is very powerful and poignant. So very true too. Our experiences, our sufferings, and how they become a part of us. They shape us actually. I love the third stanza, “the pieces we carry in our eyes.” I’m floored – truly.
    šŸ™‚

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    1. Oh my! Thank you, Staci! I’m very much whelmed by your words! ‘Woohoo!’ is what’s on my mind, but I’d rather take a gracious bow, ’cause “Iā€™m floored” coming from you means a lot! šŸ˜€
      As always, you got it right away, what I wanted to deliver. Our sufferings shape us – precisely! Thank you very much, my friend! ā¤

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