Words Unwind
Poetry
Published in
Dec 12, 2022
My distracted words took a tumble down the staircase
I did not expect them to survive,
I was assured they were casualties
of every scar I had archived.
My knees do not work well these days
for the very function of their design
and the staircase becomes another hindrance
than a way for me to climb.
The door was left wide open
memories uncaged now plague the mind
days pass but scars remain
while recycled words unwind.
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