knocked down
like a tree after a storm
my trunk horizontal
broken limbs at odd angles
body left with jagged holes exposed
pieces scattered near and far down the lane
some parts even seem to have disappeared
now I think I understand how humpty dumpty felt
there isn’t a way to put the pieces back together
it is time to start again
look for fertile soil
plant myself where sunlight will reach me.
© Alicia Grimshaw 2017
flashlight batteries - Ali Grimshaw 
This could also be political, no?
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Yes. That is what I like about poetry. It can be interpreted in different ways.
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Words of hope. I love this.
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Thank you Miriam. I appreciate this.
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it is time to start again
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There is always time to start again. Thank you my friend.
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Vivid imagery.
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Thank you.
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