A poem of my own

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Shattered

Not merely broken;

SHATTERED.

Into so many pieces

I am not sure they can ever

Be whole again

Like Humpty Dumpty.

Rumi said

“The wound is the place

where the light enters you.”

I am so wounded that I should be

Made of light

But I am merely made of

Atoms

None of whom even know I exist.

© March 17, 2015, Jennifer Medina

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