I am Whole

Fri, 03/11/2016 - 03:22 -- janelmi

Never houseless but always homeless,

Music managed to provide a sanctuary

Even if it is temporary.

Always hungry but full off of food for thought, music was always nourishing.

Cheeks sallow,

belly hollow,

not a dime to my name

Soul’s broken like cheap pottery

Music the adhesive keeps me together as my knees weaken,

I, no different from that beautiful bowl

Broken but golden.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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