Poems: "Worn" and "Patched"

[alee_grrl]

So I have managed to write two shorter poems the past few weeks. "Patched" was actually written first, but I put it second here because it flows thematically from the first.


Worn

I am worn
thin
like the denim
between my thighs
expectation
rubs against
reality
my soul grows hot
from the friction
nerves stretch
fray
rough-edged
fragile
I am worn


Patched

I have held my soul together
with duct tape and bailing wire
gorilla glue and odd bits of string

My heart's been patched
my nerves stretched to breaking
soothed and mended

I'm a practical girl, I use what's to hand
sometimes it's all you got
but hey, all these years and I'm still here.

Comments

[raze]

Lots of powerful imagery here - I'm deeply sorry to hear you feel this way, but also appreciate you sharing.

On a more light-hearted note: Gorilla Glue is impressive.

[alee_grrl]

Thank you.

Gorilla Glue is pretty impressive stuff. It was one of the things we used to fixed broken furniture around my house growing up.