Patterns

Patterns

A Poem by Laz K.

Are you but your mother,

Father, and the gods that made you,

Wove and sewed you out of the

Same cloth they are made of?

A different pattern or fold that

Looks brand new, but feels old,

Worn out, frayed, recycled.

A coat inherited can be

A badge of honor merited,

Or it can weigh you down with

Sins of the past, stains and all.

With a cross like that to bear,

You can’t stand tall.

Stuffed into pockets secrets lie,

Let me be me, or let me die.

© 2024 Laz K.


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Some hand me downs are appreciated and look great…. But when you add in all the”stuff” that may come along with it….well, that’s another story… if it brings back haunting memories, the then do not wear a frayed old coat
Or a recycled jacket…. Be yourself and buy what you like so you won’t be
“Weighed down” in any way… creative write🌷
Warmly
B

Posted 5 Months Ago



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Added on June 20, 2024
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Laz K.
Laz K.

Hungary



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