Wrappings Poem by Pearl Colette

Wrappings



Every morning I wake up
and wrap myself in layers
I carry them around
feeling false and heavy.

Until 4: 30 when I
unlock my door
walk up the stairs
sit on my bed

And gingerly peel of each layer
feeling lighter with each one.

It's sad, I think.

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