To be lost in the all parts
that are the whole
as it all staggers on top
slipping pieces through
fragments of time
like shards of glass
reflecting what is
what was
what could be
ill is the mind
that sees it
all the times that existed
all the times that haven’t
that has
that will
that could
that might
that is
it is a friction
that heats up in the mind
sparking fires around
trying to cool off the skin
from the flames no one else sees.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

Published by Tina

I am a mother that is passionate about early education and a person that relieves stress through art, and writing.

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