SHATTERED-BROKEN PIECES

I wrote this with Vidablogg.  This was something I have never done before but enjoyed doing so much.  She wrote me her thoughts and I used her words to write this.  I felt honored to get to do this with her and it was truly a partnership in emotion.  Thank you for writing this piece with me!!!

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 Written by Vidablogg and HastyWords

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A fairy tale encounter

My prince charming

My sweet happy ending

Handsomely disarming

 

Blind trust swept me away

Carried me in a river deep

Even the sun and the moon

Fell and bowed at your feet

 

Eventually the tide came

And tried to pull me under

Your mask came off

And I began to see

 

The colors that defined you

The realness that was you

Started to bleed from streams

Once golden to muddy brown

 

I try to hold the mask on

To hid the facade beneath

Afraid to unveil the truth

To lose this hope I clung too

 

Where did my prince charming go

The man I keep hoping will return

I stayed too long, I see that now

What once I loved, is broken sorrow

 

Broken glass reflecting what was

Can’t be fixed without the cracks

Damaged and bitter are the shards

You left stuck wounding my soul

 

Once a prince you became a thief

Robbing me of the person I was

No more dreams or hope for me

I am hurt, confused, and wrecked

 

Lost in my fairy tale haze of dreams

I sit alone in my castle walls

Locking up my own broken heart

To beat solitary among these halls

 

 

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42 thoughts on “SHATTERED-BROKEN PIECES

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  2. This is such a strong poem hasty, so well written. I loved
    “I try to hold the mask on/To hid the facade beneath/Afraid to unveil the truth/To lose this hope I clung too”
    and
    “Broken glass reflecting what was/Can’t be fixed without the cracks”
    brilliant writing.
    Oh and is that hasty kid in the pic? I almost didnt recognise her in the wig

    Like

  3. I loved it completely. Also understood and saw it for me, in me. Was my life.

    Once a prince you became a thief

    Robbing me of the person I was

    No more dreams or hope for me

    I am hurt, confused, and wrecked

    Lost in my fairy tale haze of dreams

    I sit alone in my castle walls

    Locking up my own broken heart

    To beat solitary among these halls

    Like

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