You unravel me
layer by layer
until I am bare.
Vulnerable to your sentences
provoked by your thoughts.
The tiny bits of me
are searching
for your particles.
I have not discovered
the gem
that lies on the bottom
of my desert.
The words are never dry
but crisp as your shirt.
Duties pile up
as words
conquer them.
This voice is sorrowful
at nightfall.
Words are all we have
like a prized medal
to value
to inspire
to hurt.

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  1. Shawn L. Bird · September 17, 2013

    Very nice. I’m working on a finicky knitting project. I have been doing a lot of unravelling the last 48 hours. ;-)

    • Chrissy · September 17, 2013

      Lol that was cute! Thanks for commentingđź’ť

    • Chrissy · September 17, 2013

      Lol! Thanks for the comment. *Smiling*

    • Chrissy · September 17, 2013

      WE are constantly discovering things about ourselves. xoxo

  2. vishalbheeroo · September 17, 2013

    One should keep searching for lil’ pearls in the beautiful journey of life:)

    • Chrissy · September 17, 2013

      Yes! They should. Thanks so much for saying that!!!! Xoxo

    • Chrissy · September 17, 2013

      Thanks Vishal! So true.xoxo

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