About the Poem

These are the emotions felt in the denial of freeing one's self from their memories.

Stitches

by Holly

Can you see me?
No, you looked right through me.
My pain I wear
like a patchwork quilt.
Surely you saw me
in these multi-colors?
Pain, regret, sorrow, rejection.
Each square a tribute
of its own to my stupidity.
See the threads?
They are my tears,
connecting one painful
memory to another.
You carry the tool
to take apart this quilt.
Can you, would you,
free me?

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3 Visitor Comments

cammy

very good poem..i feel the exact same way at the moment

Jamie

The tears came readily....how did you get in my head?

Traci

I thought it was a beautiful poem. A poem I can relate to, and a poem that is obviously from the heart. I hope this author writes my poems to help others get through the same thing.

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