I carry them with me,
little pieces I have broken off
of everyone I have
ever loved, and I tuck them
in the empty chambers of my heart,
but every now and then they ache
to be released and they flee
so fast they tear the walls
of my heart wide open, and I am left,
feeling all too familiar
like the car wreck on the side
of the road that grabs your attention
for a moment, burns tragedy
into your retinas, and then quickly
fades from your memories
and your rear-view mirror.
© Nicole Lyons 2017
Absolutely superb, the poet of truth and pain – loved this
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I am so pleased that you do. Thank you for reading.
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You are so talented it is a real pleasure my friend xo
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I will humbly accept that and throw it right back to you with love 🖤
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Reblogged this on WTFAI and commented:
This one hit me like a sledge
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Thank you so much.
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Reblogged Thak you. This is lovely and heart felt
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Thank you for reading and for the reblog!
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You speak truth with a punch and reality wakes up the people. Powerful poetic writing. 🙂
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Too well I know
The ache that’s the pain
When we were given a piece
That proved only a loan
The shape of the space
Of a heart now fled
The echo of alone.
Too well I know
The shape of the pain
Where the piece of the heart
Once nestled in ours
Now jagged of edge
Strangled words, unsaid
Bereft. Beyond our powers.
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Wow!I hear you Nicole.
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Thank you, Carol ❤
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I really ❤ this poem! It is so relatable. Some people can easily move on from their past, while some of us notice we still carry a little piece of it with us. When you have loved it’s hard to let go completely even after you have loved on. Great poem! ❤❤❤
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Straight through my heart
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This
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Thank you ❤
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Thank you Brother
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