• Jennifer Galardi

Human



One glance.

One word.

One rejection.

Sends you back.

To when you were five.

And the tears come

All over again.

The pain as fresh as

The day it first happened.

You realize

The shrapnel is still

There.

Cutting your heart.

Breaking off tiny little pieces.

But I am not broken.

I am human.

And these remnants of the past

Make me

Who I am.

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JENNIFER GALARDI