Soul Cover, Daily 34
34.
When your spirit is woolen,
the old stains are hard to lift
Never drench this heavy wool
The shrinking soul is swift.
Trauma choose the coarse cover
For wool is as strong as steel
And sorrow filled the basin wet
No garment covers how I feel.
Copyright © Autumn Ehrhardt | Year Posted 2011
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