Undone Poem by Tessa Eichhorst

Coming undone, unshackled, let loose,
becoming ruthless. No longer holding in
feelings, but bursting them onto a blank canvas.

Unscripted, unfazed, unwinding the thread from
the spool. My life is becoming unraveled. It
can no longer hold the glue.

As I pour out my soul to you, my identity is unmasked.
I become a target of scrutiny and a slave to
my privacy. No longer can I be held back; chained
to a wall like an Elizabeth era prisoner.

I need to be set free from my own skin. I need
to be relived of my pain. Try to find happiness
along the way.

Unraveled, unfazed, undone. Please find the
pieces of my love in a song.