About the Poem
These are the emotions felt in the denial of freeing one's self from their memories.
Stitches |
by Holly |
Can you see me? No, you looked right through me. My pain I wear like a patchwork quilt. Surely you saw me in these multi-colors? Pain, regret, sorrow, rejection. Each square a tribute of its own to my stupidity. See the threads? They are my tears, connecting one painful memory to another. You carry the tool to take apart this quilt. Can you, would you, free me? |
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3 Visitor Comments
cammy
very good poem..i feel the exact same way at the moment
Jamie
The tears came readily....how did you get in my head?
Traci
I thought it was a beautiful poem. A poem I can relate to, and a poem that is obviously from the heart. I hope this author writes my poems to help others get through the same thing.
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