Broken Glass


to the voices
in my head

But they’re not mine
and although
they don’t matter

They matter

I love it
I hate it
It soothes me
It tortures me

I can’t live without it

Writing is like
broken glass

with sharp edges

Until the light shines through
proving there is hope
even in the darkest moments

It whispers in your ear

I am yours
and you are mine

Stop fighting it

Silence the noise

Quiet the critic

Breathe 123
and write!

Amberley Charlotte ©2023
Photo Cred: Marika Vinkmann

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