Poem: In Pieces, Yet Whole – 09/05/21

I try to be at peace but in aching pieces I’ve become, my time is my leisure, but transient will I be, like the searing sun, so beautiful it was to romanticise cold, bare reality, actions speak as loud at words, can you hear certain needs calling? I watch the alliance come undone, each spoke of a black widow’s web detaches, rip, tears, and then hand over heart, [...]