top of page
  • Jennifer Galardi


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


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.

174 views0 comments

Recent Posts

See All


bottom of page