My Jeans/My Life

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S and D
December 21, 2006 / 11:47 am

I wear my jeans until they
Are stained and dirty.
Holes and frays, falling
Off and worn out.
I earn every rip, each
One a reflection of
Inner/outter struggles.
The stains, blood from
My veins. The frays,
Threads from my heart.
When I can wear them no
Longer, when their life is
Through, I put them in the
Back of my closet. So when
There's no one else here and
I need an old friend, I can
Bring them out. Slip them on.
Feel their caress and know
I got at least one thing right.