A window will never un-break
A broken shell will never become whole
And yet we use plaster to glue pieces of ourselves back together
Creating splintered joints that restrict movement
A broken shell will never become whole
We continue to breathe through fractured lungs
Creating splintered joints that restrict movement
Living in the spaces between beings to survive
We continue to breathe through fractured lungs
Becoming coffee tables with broken rings and faint promises
Living in the spaces between beings to survive
Leaving dying roses in molding water
Becoming coffee tables with broken rings and faint promises
Testing new relationships over muffin crumbs and tea bags, coffee forgotten
Leaving dying roses in molding water
Forgotten and replaced by tulips and sugar
Testing new relationships over muffin crumbs and tea bags, coffee forgotten
Sweaty hands reach towards each other in the afternoon light
Forgotten and replaced by tulips and sugar
Spring creating fresh lives and new sweethearts
Sweaty hands reach towards each other in the afternoon light
A window will never un-break
Spring creating fresh lives and new sweethearts
And yet we use plaster to glue pieces of ourselves back together
[trx_infobox style=”regular” closeable=”no” icon=”icon-feather” color=”#000000″ bg_color=”#8FFFB8″ top=”inherit” bottom=”inherit” left=”inherit” right=”inherit”]Anika Matthews is a fourth year English major at the University of Guelph. When asked about her poetry, Anika said, “I always thought of poetry as an old form of expression but through poetry I was able to express my emotions and have consequently gained respect for the often forgotten form of writing.”[/trx_infobox]
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