my imprisoned heart
consecrated by your love
once whole, now broken
This broken shard of pottery embellished with (what looks to me like) hearts immediately brought to mind the end of something—love or perhaps even obsession. All things end. Sometimes that’s not a bad thing. And sometimes it is. Take your pick.
Thanks to Teresa for returning to us! And for your new Daily Prompts.
Great poem!
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Thanks. I’m trying to get my groove back. 🤪
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