I stare at these walls
of haphazard rooms
filled with mismatch things
a life
once broken
stitched together
with bits and pieces
collected from piles of rubble
as if scavenged after a tornado
and I see
not a reflection of who I am
but of who I had to be
I see the storm I weathered
and the plywood barricades
that shielded my soul
I see the duct tape
and the superglue
meant to mend
the tattered
and the torn
of the worn out pieces of me
I see the patchwork
of the very fiber
that is my being
but it is not
and it will never be
all of me
About the Creator
Ellie Hoovs
Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
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This poem is a beautiful, raw depiction of resilience and the messy, imperfect nature of healing. The metaphor of a life "stitched together / with bits and pieces / collected from piles of rubble" is incredibly powerful and moving. It acknowledges the past trauma without letting it define the whole self, leaving a sense of hope. :)
Really lovely poem ♦️🙏♦️