Strands
A Poem
Published in
Jan 18, 2021
His small hand wrapped tightly around
The soft fleece, assuaging the egos of his fingers
A teddy bear, and comfort, held close
For as long as he could remember
The fabric woven into something
Tangible
Though he knew it was nothing more
Than strands held together
By concepts in his mind
Still, the releasing was painful
Melding of thing and flesh
Of real and unreal
Caused a feeling of loss of himself
Something he had, but never had
Something he was, but never was
As it fell, he saw his hand
That nothing real had been there
Only strands that kept him from feeling
Himself
