Picking up the pieces Of shattered Souls scattered Across frost-bitten soil Crunches underfoot Freshly settled Like a wish to become so But no… She is shattered Into a million pieces Her body present With her soul hesitant Of trying, crying A piece of her forgotten Seen but cannot unsee What stands before her Demons overriding minds Capturing and unearthing A mourning shell of herself While picking up A million pieces of her soul

You thought you could destroy me That my beauty would shrivel and die You told the world I failed to really see The ugly I hold when I lied A world as cruel as you made it After each touch upon my being Sour words that left your lips My life, you said had no meaning I did not really shrivel or die I went away to gain my strength To out your every single lie Yes, I went to every length Like a flower, I blossom I lay myself out in full glory A flower that cannot be forgotten While I’m here to tell my story

There are those sometimes The sun rises and sets Over misty meadows of somewhere And the shimmering of waters calm And sometimes the heart will dance To happy tunes or cry in sorrow When we cannot look beyond our flaws Today’s sometimes the heart tries Protesting it’s love to all who give All of my sometimes I try, my heart will give To all who needs it Today’s sometimes my heart receives Not pain but a love to be treasured Today’s sometimes the heart, my heart Will keep beating to the beat Of precious life and beauty

Falling through the cracks Of a broken lens Failed reflections Familiar selections Of a lost love Resting in heaven above On clouds where angels rest And birds build their nests Falling once more Through the crack Of an open door One more day, I say Death is the only way ©D.Reay2022 (11/11/22) Movemepoetrybattle over on Twitter. The prompt word was #Crack

suicide and death poem In the morning hush As temptation turns To desperation My mind throbbing With painful nurturing Of words spoken Yet unheard In the silenced minds Closed eyes Dreaming of moments A trigger is pulled Pain less, not painless Pick me from the ashes Of a smoke-filled flash Though… My time here Just beginning Dreams fulfilling In the morning hush I sit at peace With moments Passing by In a wilderness Of painless thoughts When my time comes Pick me from the ashes

In fields where poppies grow Each seed of remembrance sow Beneath the soil where soldiers lie Angels talk and whisper of saved lives Each passing year A singing of prayers Remembering names inscribed Of men and women who died So, thank you to our unsung heroes Those who fought and survived And those who have fallen I was honoured to be asked to write a poem of remembrance for work. To say that I was a little worried is an understatement, but I pulled it off and I’m pretty pleased with it!!!