I wear a pashmina of pain,
and my grief as a gown,
sorrow bedecks,
a thorned crown.
I haunt this world,
and always will,
until this beating,
heart is stilled.
My soul touches earth,
as I walk on this path,
my visible breath,
‘til I inhale my last.
Don’t bother me so,
with worrisome woes,
don’t ask my name,
as nobody knows.
© I wear… 19.12.12
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
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