Layers (Prose)


store bought, hand made
it matters not, results the same
many layers are we

held together
we are human

a bone need not break
nor blood from veins to ooze
we can crumble, our inner selves
dissolve sight unseen
before another’s eyes

everyone has a ‘something, that is hidden
your ‘something’, is as relevant to you
as my ‘something’ is to me
no greater, no less
both significant

outside words, smiled
I’m okay, I’m doin’ fine
perhaps we lie
hold back what’s buried within
ashamed/weak, tired of
transferring what we feel

I’m paper thin, I know this
I can break/my pieces can be swept
discarded to the bin
as darkened thoughts creep over
all I need’s a chance to mend

filo pastry
layers formed so delicately
store bought or hand made
the result will remain
hold to tight, crush my fragile walls
I fight to hold ~ I will break

©jmtacken Feb 2014

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33 thoughts on “Layers (Prose)

  1. The insight you have at present you have expressed so well Jenny, its odd how our best writing can come from such dark times. Very well done, I feel very much for you at this time.

  2. beautiful, jen. you made me think of valentines at first, with the store bought or homeade line. then i heard the delicate sadness, the layers like phyllo dough. we each have our fragile places within, some are just better at hiding them i think. they are part of what make us human.

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