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  • June challenge, Lessons.

    String Theory

    Threads pull taut
    within my mind,
    to wrinkle the fabric
    of memories.
    Pain, stretched thin;
    a surgeons scalpel-
    dissects emotions,
    lancing old scars
    with new insights.

    I bleed out
    through fingers,
    to pen, to page.
    I fear I've felled a forest,
    in sopping up the mess.

    Always cut strings,
    never pull,

    that’s what mum said
    years ago,
    when teaching me to sew
    the pattern
    of my life.

    And I,
    impatient fool,
    have only
    crooked stitches
    and broken threads,
    to show the cut
    of my cloth.
    This article was originally published in forum thread: June challenge, Lessons. started by Olly Buckle View original post
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