Fabric Of My Mind

Fabric Of My Mind


Haunting are these vague memories,
    So few I can recall.
My life just seems like patchwork dreams--
    It makes no sense at all.
My quilt portrays the 'yesterdays'
    Woven within my mind.
Disorderly embroidery
    Intricately entwined.
Resentment spurns random patterns
    Whose meanings are inane.
Does deranged art serve to impart
    That I'm no longer sane?

As time goes by I question my
    Mental stability.
I'm too far gone; a paragon
    Of insecurity.
For many years my salty tears
    Corroded consciousness.
Exposing pain, disdain did reign
    With sheer maliciousness.
Now threads of hope just cannot cope
    With feelings I've confined.
Each fragile stitch starts to unhitch
    The fabric of my mind.

Yvonne Denise Springer
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