Pull yourself together

 

 
Pull yourself together,
they said.
As if I were yarn,
loose-stretched, ragged
at the edges;
a shapeless form
on life’s hard block.

But the tears had knitted
in my soul, with needles
piercing deep;
a shimmering sheet
of memories
to shawl my troubled sleep.

Pull yourself together,
they said.
As if I could take
the strands, taut-tattered,
tired and torn,
and thread them through
again, on life’s hard block –

so I did.

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About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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