My Blood

From volcanoes to ridges
to underground caves
to stormy riversides,
my blood has run everywhere.
Forests, deserts, and
cities across the globe,
red has been spilled.
My heart can take no more.
The only way I can see
to regain my soul
is to scramble around the world
and hope that
my missing puzzle pieces
find their way back to me.

Copyright © 2019 by Nita Pan

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