by Sally Shapiro
This is a poem for you who is broke
you who is forgotten, left empty
a washed up shell of unfulfilled hope
who has known no start but an ending
Pain lies in remembering
beauty is in the discarded
like broken bottles left surrendering
to the waves that bombarded
Tossed aside flecks of life
pummeled and beaten by history
retaining shape through strife
heavenly debris that seem contradictory
This is a poem for you, shattered by time
marked by forgotten sorrows and lingering laughs
a blue green hue blessed by the divine
washed up delight, a broken epitaph
About the Author
Sally Shapiro is a fourth-year Film and Media Studies major at UC Santa Barbara, minoring in Professional Writing with a focus in Journalism. Her work has been published in The Daily Nexus and other campus publications. Her writing focuses mainly on contemporary media and film criticism but she has a passion for creative nonfiction writing and poetry.