Tapestry

The impact of your words –

They mark me, mould me
Blow away any cover
Previously still considered

You speak of trust,
A transgressive reality,
If there ever was one

Tears trickle down
Bless the mess I dealt with
Seemingly forever

Released without a bail,
You help untie my endless knots

We’re tapestry to be;
Our design already woven

 

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