To all my crumpled pages

Hello! This is my first post for the project ‘What’s in a name?’ where I will write poems on my everyday objects or their lack thereof. Go ahead and enjoy this one. If you like it, press like and leave a comment, I appreciate any feedback.

Happy reading.

To all my crumpled pages

You are all the words
I could never frame.

You are all my thoughts
abandoned; lost and
found in the making.
You are all the narratives
that scarred me for so long
that I turned it into art.
Then I left you there
and burned you with
my memory.

To arrange you in a mosaic,
or to shred the missed phrases,
you will look at me,
bare faced but
drenched in memories
and all I will do
is look away,
choked in denial.

-Taru Gupta

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To all my crumpled pages by Taru Gupta is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.

2 thoughts on “To all my crumpled pages

    • I am so glad you liked it. And yes, I agree they mean so much and nothing all at once, mainly because I either found a better match of words or I was too scared to look back at past relationships by reading my old poems about them because they might reveal scars I had spent too long concealing.

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