My Brim Poem by Stefanie Fontker

My Brim



Beauty, only sharpens
The blade, thrust
On the brim -
Of tearful clouds
A shattered hope
As an understanding -
Remains, painfully
Harsh reality
Shoves forth,
A searing pain
That holds hands-
With a destiny,
Undesirable in eyes
Of the brokenhearted

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