Orphaned Parts of My Heart.

Poems spun from the pearls in my heart.

The leftover, misshapen beads that don’t belong anywhere,

Strung together, words on a fishing line,

They finally have a home.

These orphaned parts,

The ones that ache in unnamable places

Their tender, wounded, ugly beauty

Should not be overlooked. 

I hold their tiny, confused faces close

And kiss them hard. 

I come home to the darkest parts of myself. 

And find solace in my flaws. 

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