I am no longer broken

i really hate the limericks

of happiness —

why must truth bring

such awful rhymes, the knife is in jam-

[I] meant this: that those

whole holes in my soul,

the pain took its toll

but now light has patched

the holes in my soul,

now whole.

the dreadful haikus

that come with healing,

now that the shards of past

have crumbled into

ashes: giving birth

phoenix, butterfly lovers

curious shoots, life

arigato, but

surely the poetry died with your new

heart

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