An artist was made

I buried him in my mind
The funeral was in my heart,
I grieved & cried every tear
Until there were none.
Of course I did, I missed him
The years moved on as did I,
I had to let him die inside
Just so I could live.
I picked up what remained
Every piece he shattered.
Through all the pain
An artist was made
I sculptured myself into
A better, stronger version
That couldn’t be destroyed
Yet a version of myself
That could love again.

K

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31 Responses to An artist was made

  1. Wow.♥️ I really loved it♥️

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  2. Amit Mittal says:

    Great poem 🎶👍

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  3. Beautiful. Indeed, pain and sorrow mold us

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  4. Beautifully expressed. Exactly how it was.

    Like

  5. Rajiv says:

    Brilliant, milady, brilliant!!

    And, go for the bikini! Be bold, be strong, be brave!

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  6. Katrina,
    As we get older, there are fewer funerals.
    Sometimes we go straight to the crematorium. 🙂
    Eventually, there is a group of someones who value our presence.

    This one gave me a pathway into my own past relationships.
    Very well done. Showing vulnerability makes others vulnerable, too.
    Nice work!
    Larry

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  7. devereaux frazier says:

    Reblogged this on Creative Writing Reblogged.

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  8. Coyote from Orion says:

    Enjoying not having to go out tonight on a Friday night because I am older. The best thing was when I was out on the street before I stood aside to let a group of younger people through and one of the younger ladies smiled and said a genuine thank you. First time in years. No hidden meanings or motives…. purely human. So many do not get it. I can stop a SWAT unit. Real beauty comes from the genuine act of one human being to another wanting nothing… simply recognizing and continuing to flow with the order of life.

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  9. Ananya says:

    Very beautiful….!!

    Liked by 1 person

  10. Patrice says:

    Beautiful ❤ and so triumphant!!!!
    Thanks for the 'Follow' too 😀

    Liked by 1 person

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