There are two types of people
Those made of flesh
And those made of yarn
Take a man of skin and bones
And strike him in the chest.
Pierce his heart,
And he will fall
Give him dreams,
Then take away his hope
And he'll have nothing to live for.
But a man made of yarn
A doll, fabricated with strings
Sewn together
If you strike him in the chest
And pierce his heart
Nothing will happen
He has no dreams
No hopes
No inspirations
He's invincible
But if you find a loose thread
And pull
Pull everything apart
Every insecurity
Every fear
Every memory
Buried in the back of his mind
And he will fall apart
I guarantee he will fall.
Flesh will eventually heal,
But yarn,
The knots we tie
In the depths of our chest,
Will never be the same.
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Experiences in the darkness-Experiences with the Darkness
PoesíaThis is a book of poetry about all the darkness in us and around us and how we experience it in different ways throughout our lives.
