It was always there, the resignation to silence,
My heart is missing pieces of itselfMemories, beliefs, constantsThe lies you told me,The lies I told myselfNo longer can be…
We said our goodbyes behind the creek — I watched you fall into yourself…
A one line poem for Anita Rajan’s Chalkboard prompt “Piece”
Early morning bleary-eyed,
Whilst I struggle for originality as I write,
A One Line story by Susan G Holland
She weighed the question of the sacrificed soldier, warm carved wood in the hollow of her hand, was one piece truly worth less than another; a…
Pieces of peace, buried in black sheep’s fleece.
Here’s mine! Thanks for the prompt!