Knots

My Dear Love,

 

Not long ago Flying high on a dream

I realized A hole at the seam

Unfamiliar with what it should mean

This obsession over a broken stitch 

persisted as an uncomfortable itch

Creatures crawling from shoulders to hips

Letters melting off their unsettled lips 

Maybe this lion is letting me know

it's time for me to breath

it's time for me to grow 

Time to shed this layer of skin

the next chapter needs to begin.

 

Love,

Your King

 

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