My fabric of life is getting worn, and threadbare
While I try to minimize the wear, and tear
The shards of jagged glass flung at me
Unsuspectingly from those who I thought were my friends
Is sometimes more than I can bear
Life is a struggle at best of times
Thorns and needles adorn my way
Brushing them aside I tread the treacherous path
Trying to keep the harm at bay
(Sheen-March2018)
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Fabric
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Flowers and Breezes 