Poem -

Stitches pt.2

My fortress was damp,
Mould grew.

The light outside the curtains

Did not shine through.

And I became idle,

A still image of myself.

Time didn't anymore feel

Finite. Instead I heard 

It stretch out to infinity 

Where reality confronts the microcosms.

I near exploded with the grief

Of forever without you.

So I did away with love.

Did away with it all together.

I learned peace in the stillness.

Meditations in the mundane.

And I would play

With my pen and notebook

Till time looked back

And sowed the heart in again.
 

As a show it was ever broken

Only the stitches that keep

It in place remain.

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Bernadete van d...

Very, very good write. And there is nothing wrong with a little cliche,
specially when it is super well written.   B

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Marion

You could never know how I identify with each word written here. Brilliant x

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Rory McGinlay

As for this, well, didn't I feel it was too
Confessional. I'm more happy with it now 
Than when it was fresh

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Marion

Nothing written is confessional Rory unless we state it to be. That's the utter beauty of writing... we can chose each narrator, from truth lies imagination observations ... whatever.
I think that's the biggest mistake people make when reading is to believe the write is always factual....

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