Caricamento in corso...

Carried Young

The stitches on my handwoven mask
Began to unravel slightly
It has been 3 years
Of distance
Of suffering
Of watching others in pain
I’m not where I thought
I would be
But I can’t go back
That’s not a world for me anymore
I’m in this time
That I call mine
Survival calls my name
I won’t be left behind
Again
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