UntitledA Poem by Bear GirlThe truths we weave.
Invisible threads weave a tapestry of truth that covers and adorns.
Warp and weft of time and experience Intersect to create patterns of self. I pick at seams and frayed edges - A little here a little there - Working up the courage to pull that wayward thread... And let it all fall apart. © 2017 Bear Girl |
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