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Dec 2017
It's so completely over
Every ounce of it.

I watched it tumble and fall
As if I were humpty dumpty
Watching as my face cracked in half
And the hands of my sweet friends
Surrounded me so quickly
In their shining armor
To put me back together again.

But I don't know
That it so completely worked
The pieces were crooked
Not quite in perfect precision.

So as time passed
The pieces of my face
Fell apart once more
Along the sides of the street
Across the table
From a new man
As I traveled around
And forgot how to stand
Tall.

So I've got those remains
In my warm strong hands
And I'm piece by piece
Placing them in perfect precision
Myself.

Sometimes I wanna respond with a widespread
Beautiful vengeance
Thinking in moments
I've got it all figured out
Here for the world to look at.

I feel so lost sometimes
Like maybe I'm not where I'm supposed to be
Or like I could weep
Right into the depths
Of Niagara Falls
And here
Here I am again.

This is not going to be a quick fix
There is no prince
And I am certainly no princess.

Because I'm a ******* queen
Who has to put the pieces together herself
Defining and loving myself
Through my own flight
Every bit of it
And no amount of vengeance
Will heal my wounds.

All there is to do
Is to trust
And go onward.
OnwardFlame
Written by
OnwardFlame  Los Angeles, CA
(Los Angeles, CA)   
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