B is for Broken

Better out than in, right?

Blue haired woman with round glasses sad inside a storm of depressive thoughts (AI)

Built up around the whole of me
Bevvied thoughts spin white noise
But I find no salve, no succor here
Behind the curtain of perpetual motion
Blessed? Nay, I must insist
Beyond my reach are such things

Beveled edges reflect deep scars
Burrowing through deftly-carved lines
Beckoning shadowy shards of what was
Beheld through facets of what is
Brittle against all that may be
Bloodied, the lot of them, by my fists

Betrayal drew a syllabus along my skin
Billions of shattered moments, the pen,
Bittersweet reminders of my lack of worth
Broken against the stone of deaf ears
Bereft of a mother’s love, abandoned
Bright crimson seeps from open wounds

But the thoughts will not let me forget
Breathing life into deepest misery
Bruised heart cemented in jagged masonry
Brick by brick, my prison reforms, familiar
Bothersome faces, echoes stronger than steel
Balance broken, depression has won once more

©CL Huth, 2023

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Author Note: I am engaging in the Alphabet Superset Challenge to create something every week for the next 26 weeks in the order of the alphabet. I’ve chosen to focus on poetry, because I haven’t really written any in a while. Wish me luck.

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