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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*somewhat cliche for me
Very, very good write. And there is nothing wrong with a little cliche,
specially when it is super well written. B
That means a lot today. Thanks B
You could never know how I identify with each word written here. Brilliant x
As for this, well, didn't I feel it was too
Confessional. I'm more happy with it now
Than when it was fresh
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....
Well worded x
You know, I've heard that before 🤔