My Silver Hood

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The hoodie my aunt gave me when I was a child

When I wasn't as vile

It was made out of soft cotton 

And it was smooth as silk

When feeling the garment it feels like a cuddly warm quilt

It seems to burn away my remaining guilt

The hoodie was the color of silver but it wasn't as shiny

To me the worth was more than any weight of gold

I'll cherish it till the day I'm grey and old

Just like the heart the hoodie became battered 

It was my only sense of comfort when my heart was shattered 

Warm like a hug but could never replace the feelings of arms around me

And it didn't give the same sense of security

But at least this is free

I don't have to go on my knees and plea

The hoodie that almost falls to my knees

That I can on with ease

The hoodie is my safe haven

It felt right to be hidden

Yet, I wish to be noticed

My beloved hoodie was ripping at its seams

The color is fading, but yet, it still gleams

It's been with me since I've been trying to accomplish my dreams

I can't help but feel the hoodie is all I need

It was there for me when no one else was

It was there when I felt lost

But the hoodie can't replace the feeling of love

But it eases the pain of rejection 

And if it was human I bet we'll have a real connection


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