Shattered shards of glass,
Strewn across the floor.
Undoing distorted reflection,
Tormented no more.
Parts and pieces free,
Revealing of the real,
Undoing society in me.
No longer shamed
Into a “pretty” frame.
– nd
Being Free, Being Me
Writer & Poet
Shattered shards of glass,
Strewn across the floor.
Undoing distorted reflection,
Tormented no more.
Parts and pieces free,
Revealing of the real,
Undoing society in me.
No longer shamed
Into a “pretty” frame.
– nd
Freelance Writer
Literary Goals:
- To revive an interest in the literary arts in modern society
- To use the written word as a voice of liberation for survivors of abuse
- To use literature as a means of awareness and healing for trauma survivors
My Unshackled Mind 
We have to lose the old self to embrace the new. The transition always painful and hard. Lovely poem
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100% correct. Very true. You’re full of wisdom, as always. Thank you for the words. 🙏🏽
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Thanks for the complement, and welcome Nisha
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