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Shards of My Brokenness

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I tread lightly

Through the shards of my brokenness

Pieces of dreams

Scattered

Pieces of my heart

Cast aside

Pieces of my soul

Tattered

They pierce my tender skin

I cry out

I bleed

I weep

And I tread on

With fear

With dread

With hope

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Donna L Roberts, PhD (Psych Pstuff)
Donna L Roberts, PhD (Psych Pstuff)

Written by Donna L Roberts, PhD (Psych Pstuff)

Writer and university professor researching the human condition, generational studies, human and animal rights, and the intersection of art and psychology

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