Sarah Nugent

She Who Lives

Blessed be
By the morning star I wake
with a frown for every memory
for every pain I bear
Breathing like a shattering glass
Looking at the image of ones self
with bitter anger taste of salt
Bursting out of the balloon
control breaks
all thats left is ash

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Poem Edited: Tuesday, August 2, 2011

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