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
This poem is about:
Me
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