Behind the barrier are bits and pieces,
shards of shattered glass, fragments of battered bone, a girl
in slices of herself, writing
each down, committing the splinterings to memory
through word weaving,
through cathartic construction of confession into bite-size commodity for consumption–predominantly hers.
Beyond the threshold is Pandora’s reverse–curse–a home for holdout hope who couldn’t escape so stashed her whole self away. Endlessness
encapsulated. The opposite
of liminal space. Comprehension rendered obsolete in the face
of an open door,
an invitation to extend yourself, to hope for more than
brokenness.
~KJH
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You can find this poem on YWP here ^.^ It was written in response to this challenge on the site. Obviously, I went for a more, shall we say, abstracted approach. What can I say, I’m a bits n’ pieces kind of gal. No duh.
Hope you enjoyed~
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