Clothes

A poem about healing, recovery and reclaiming ourselves.

Photo by Alexander Andrews on Unsplash

Why does it feel like

I’m not living life

But life is living me?

Wearing me

Like clothes

Mended

Too many a times

Until they sag

At the seems

Eaten by moths

Lost their colour

Their shine

For too long

So

Maybe it’s time

To take these ragged clothes

& Alter them

Take my time

To find

Precious fabric

Or maybe

Weave my own

With carefully selected

Thread

& Switch out the old

Slowly

Piece

By piece

Until I stand

With a garment

I’m proud to call

My own

The Power of Poetry