I thought
my soul had died,
and become
a small black stone,
piercing my heart.
I decided to dig it up
to examine it,
even though I feared
I might
bleed to death.
Stumbling through
dark caverns
I found my soul
wasn’t dead
only shattered.
As I searched
for missing pieces,
splintered fractured
fairy tales
arose,
and this became
a treasure hunt for
jigsaw puzzle pieces
with multi-colored feelings
buried in the oddest places.
1970’s

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