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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