A thousand shattered pieces
on a sticky lino floor
sour, red liquid seeping into the worn rug’s edges
No.
That’s not me.
A balled-up fist
on a bruised cheekbone
blood trickling out between broken teeth
No.
That’s not me.
A child waiting, alone
in a dark closet
rocking back and forth, to quell his fear
No.
That’s not me.
I
breathe
claw
crawl
walk
run
jump
soar
– yes, that’s me,
and as long as there is life in me, kindness in others, and goodness in this world,
I shall not be
broken.
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Pseudopsychosis. 
The ending makes me happy but the overall tone is just so sad.
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I’m glad you found the ending hopeful though 😊 I wrote it as a tribute to the human spirit. Unbreakable.
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Such a powerful piece. Well done.
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Thank you so much for taking the time to write that. It means a lot!
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