The pieces crunch
under my feet
as I try silently
to retreat.
I always try
to run away
from old and new pains
(they’re both the same),
but maybe, one day
I can take these shards,
shattered, into my palms
and scatter them
to the stars.
Rearranged as constellations,
they’re a reminder
that a splintered heart
still holds the potential
for a telling story;
one that’s legendary.
- jsh
My words are wings. A writer's sword is her pen, or perhaps in my case this space. To sharpen my sword, I share with you my random writings, as an insight into my ink-stained soul. Here I'm the Girl With The Ink-Stained Soul, penning under JSH. I hope what I scribe changes your mind; spilled ink, while messy, can be a masterpiece in the making.
This Frame and Focus Is To Help You See The Beauty
We run the same paths over and over again never really stopping to take in the scenery - jsh