sundered then changed

thrown away into the trash,
my breaths wasted,
my words were not listened to,
my hands useless,
i was broken,
my mouth open –
uselessly –
i could try to climb up –
they weigh me down –
i try to scream –
my voice gives out –
so a fire burned within my soul,
and it stewed and grew,
even under the layers of filth,
so broken glass sundered anew,
formed into a new shape –
unyielding, rage, hate.

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