I Carve Stories

I carve stories into my skin

And show them to myself.

In the hopes that one day,

I'll be able to understand the moral.

I weave fables from my hair

And stare at the knots

In the hopes that some day,

I'll untangle myself.

I lock secrets in my soul

And feel them fester,

In the hopes that today,

I'll let them out.

Reviews

[tranquilspace]

This piece is very 'i don't know what word to use'. Secrets are sometimes weaved with us until we decide to let go and also your choice of words were very well picked and spectacular.

[L.E.Osborne]

Thank you for your kind review and taking the time to read! x

[Neville]

this is so darn good .. not only a great concept to weave into a poem but so very relatable to too .. top marks in my book .. original and seriously enjoyed by me ... N :)

[L.E.Osborne]

Thank you pal, you're very kind x

[Neville]

U R so bloomin welcome ..............

[Chris Shaw]

What strikes me most about this write is the insular nature of what is going on. Stuff that can't be shared. That first line hit me. Whether metaphorical or not, this reader felt some self torture being declared here. Tangles and festering secrets aren't a good place to be. A great deal expressed here in a short, well written poem LEO Good to see you posting.

Chris

[L.E.Osborne]

Thank you Chris, your words are always so measured and kind x

[mattavelli]

Hello, L! :)
You're a festering tangle of hopes and fables with secrets locked away. Haha
I like your word choices here.

[L.E.Osborne]

Thank you kind sir! x