The Jacket's Embrace
"Its Creased and Faded Surface Tells a Story of Its Own"
A worn leather jacket, soft and supple as a summer breeze
Enfolds me in its gentle grasp, a comforting embrace
Like a lover's arms, it holds me close, a reassuring squeeze
A shield against the world's harsh gaze, a refuge from life's wild pace
Its creased and faded surface tells a story of its own
Of laughter, tears, and memories, etched like lines on a worn stone
The scent of smoke and coffee wafts, a nostalgic treat
As I slip into its familiar warmth, my heart finds a cozy seat
Like a security blanket, it wraps me snug and tight
A symbol of protection, a beacon in the dark of night
About the Creator
Abbas
Versatile writer skilled in both tale & stories. Captivate readers with engaging content & immersive narratives. Passionate about informing, inspiring, & entertaining through words.


Comments (1)
Definitely a symbol of protection. Loved your poem!