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Lavinia Thompson

Weekend Poetry ~ Heart of Crushed Diamonds

Updated: May 29


You can crush me to dust;

You’ll still find glitter remnants

from this heart.

I’ll scramble to salvage shards

glinting silver in moonlight.

When the weight of a million reasons

taunts a blade dancing over skin,

I’ll find that one

to walk away.

Someone said I just need

to get over it.

As I stared off into

the spinning world,

dizzying cycles,

trying not to show you

horrors in my head.

And I’ll fly down

a hundred highways

to outrun your voice

still haunting me.

I’ll stand still, blankly gazing

at something you can’t see;

a shattered child,

when I look in the mirror

and don’t recognize her anymore.

She’s still behind me.

pleading me to be strong.

But I’m bleeding, still,

poised in ancient moon dust.

Let it fall like glitter

over a fractured heart

so maybe she can laugh once more.

Let it fill crevices long left desolate

and somewhere in this abyss

I’ll find one more reason

to rise from glitter fragments,

crafting shards of hearts

to diamonds.

I will be

unbreakable.

She will be

a diamond gypsy



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