More Than One Poem by Brittanie Thornton
More Than One
My muscles hurt,
My heart burns.
I feel torn into more than one
Endlessly wandering through something
Something that won’t stop hurting me
All I see is dark brick, colorless and cold
Molded together to carry me through endless circles of confusion
Maybe, one day I will go through the open door and
Never have to come back.
Maybe one day I will be whole again,
I forgot what it felt like to be me.
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5/4/2024 10:43:47 PM # 1.0.0.1119
'I feel torn into more than one' I asked myself, 'one what? ' The imagery with the open door is just snazzy. You seem do do extraordianry well with ending your poems, because the ending is my favorite part.