(from A Jar of Stars)

February 2022

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I received fragments of lines thrown back to another time.

They were still not what I required.

Like a cannonball, through my heart, the fragments are now scattered,

tied up with pain, anger and grief.

You were the one who pierced my heart with the dagger.

But I still carry the weight of it all while you are home free.

I doubt any of this matters.

I was always at the bottom of your pile.

Maybe one day, my lips will have the fragments of a smile, and my heart will no longer bleed.

Copyright © 2022 Maggie Watson
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Published by In the Shadow of my Pen

Indie Poet and Author✍️ of four collections of poetry. Chronic Fatigue Warrior💪 Volunteer, Solo Traveller✈️ and Yogi🙏. Spilling ink from my heart and Soul. My writing is real and raw, so if you are looking for a fairy tale you are on the wrong site!

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