Poem title: Daddy Issues
Written by: Luchetta (Cookee) Manus ©2015
Broken bottle glass once filled with valuable purpose, now sparingly cover the side walk surfaces, along with shatter dreams and lost identity.
No reconciliation for what was lost and never found. No recollection of what love and living life really means.
Its like a beautiful garment torn at the seams. What's torn can be stitched back together perfectly. Maybe?
A small part of me left empty. Void of fond memories everyone can recall, but me.
One moment at a time until they become hours, and days praying for the Phase for complete healing to take place.
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