Splinters

Splinters
Discarded, the Jack Sticks of my youth
Abandoned
Amidst cobwebs of my mind
Shapes
Glimpsed dimply through the mist
Betrayed
They lie broken
Shattered
Waiting to be seen, acknowledged
Ghost-childs
Splinters of who I am
Hands
They reach out from the depths
Faces
Ever clearer through the lifting fog
Claiming me

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