Wreckage #Poem #SelfCare

You think that you know me,

But what you don’t see,

Is there’s so much more,

Than what I give you of me.

I’ve shattered then sorted,

The wreckage in stacks,

I’ve glued them together,

But, not put them back,

My heart has dimensions,

My mind is a mess,

My soul is like art work,

Unique at best.

-Jann Doe

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