A Separation.

a poem on losing yourself.

Woman holds up small mirror against blue sky. Her brown hair and a brown eye is shown in the reflection.
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Hearts don’t break clean, jagged, sharp pieces make up what’s left of me.

There are no albums or fables that truly speak to this involuntary separation

of the me I once loved, and the person I’ve come to be.

My soul is weathered, my skin not even close to being leathered.



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Abby Katherine

Abby Katherine

Writer & activist who loves the arts, dogs, literature, the beauty of connection, attention to detail, Taylor Swift, and too many other things to list. (she)