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by Brian Francis

I have felt you cleaving great pieces from my being
Leaving me to care for my wounds whimpering alone
Like to toss a canvass over me to conceal my torture
Until you again choose to sculpt me yet even more
I am the rough image you coax perfection from within
Always becoming what you desire - chiseled pieces fall away
Fearing that fatal flaw might be found deep within
to be tossed away with the unwanted shards of my being


Posted on 05/23/2018
Copyright © 2023 Brian Francis

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Glenn Currier on 05/28/18 at 04:34 PM

The last two lines describe what it is like trusting another and in that trust giving the other so much power. Shards - what a hard-hitting word. You use it to the maximum. It seems I had read this before, but upon reading it this time I got even more out of it. Thanks so much Brian.

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