Selfimage Poems

Tapestry

May stick and stones break my bones
but words will always pick me apart

I was told, I'll grow to finery
becoming a grown tapestry
Yet, all I have to show are frayed edges
I've become fraught
no longer taunt
My will sags like the loose threads
I see no value in reweaving

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Tapestry

May stick and stones break my bones
but words will always pick me apart

I was told, I'll grow to finery
becoming a grown tapestry
Yet, all I have to show are frayed edges
I've become fraught
no longer taunt
My will sags like the loose threads
I see no value in reweaving

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  Oakley Weber (1 poems about Selfimage)