Day 45
Title: Plastic bags and papers in the wind
Theme: Writing
Matching Poem:
Maybe we are nothing but
plastic bags and papers in the wind.
Not hollow and worn, ripped to tatters –
no. I’ve stretch myself thin around you
desperately holding everything together by the seams.
But the weight of you is heavy, dear
and my splits have started to part.
It hurts to hold you together now
I think it’s time to let go.
I don’t think you’ll handle it out there
where the world is loud, dark and grim
it tries to sink its claws into your skin
and tear you physically apart.
We are like papers in the wind
separate strips that have been crumpled.
Little crevices to remember who we were,
what we did,
little cervices to remember
that we can move on.
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