She didn't dare breathe,
Nor run her hands like the river.
Did not give her mind the thought,
or her heart the right to quiver.
*
She weaved a cloth so carefully true,
With intricate details to find.
Then wrapped it tightly through her veins,
And all around her mind.
*
No fire can reach her innermost cambers,
No wind can blow her delicate heart.
No flesh can mold deep within her,
Beneath her woven peace of art.
*
And so she stayed forevermore,
Too afraid to pride and show.
She never had the courage to learn
To unveil the covers and just... let go!
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Rachel Steinmetz
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I love this poem!