Old poetry

Sifting through old poetry
Is like counting scars
Littered across the surface of my soul
Re-ordering the strands of my heart
Each time I pick them apart.
Almost everything I write
Was inspired by some old flame
Then put away in the memory box of time,
Meant to collect dust that
obscures love long lost
Until i feel capable of blowing them off
To feel my heart tighten once more.



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She Writes Chaos

Polyamorous girl, homeschool mom, poetry writer. Here are my thoughts, judge them as you will.