Damaged Bookmark
A torn bookmark
lays abandoned
in the blank pages
of a journal swollen
with verse and vision,
invisible ink smearing
each page with frantic
black blocks, love letters
to no one, perfume
wafting onto your fingers
as you uncover my voice;
memoirs laced
with pain and laughter
that no one remembers
and anyone
can no longer hear
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writerdeviant
I am a teacher by calling, a writer by nature, a mother by grace, and a wife by choice. I love all my roles, though am better at some than at others. I write because I love it and because I need it to deal with a life that can be cruel and cynical as well as beautiful and mysterious. "Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar." Percy Bysshe Shelley
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