Sunday Meetings

I broke today

in a room of known strangers

15 sets of eyes

gazed on me

as I confessed my deepest secret

I’ve lost hope

tears filled my eyes

as I fought back the sobs

springing forth from the depths of me

no one was to know this reality

but the question asked was so pointed

I couldn’t hold back my honesty

confession is said to be good for the soul

but this reveal brought no release

only stacks of shame

this once heroine

stood there amidst onlookers

now nothing more than a shattered figurine

the truth was out

my identity was a shambles

my once residual strength a farce

I was nothing but a million fractured pieces


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