Crocheted Blanket

Crocheted Blanket

Crocheted Blanket
It’s sort of my little addiction
To make stitches out of my bitchin’
And then it becomes awfully long
Just like when I try to belong
One after another I try again
And mesh the fabric then
It becomes a mosaic piece
A patchwork of fabric no cease
This warmth extends over and over
If it’s dirty, I flip it over
Yes, I used the word, ‘over’, again
But that’s how I play…only pretend
Yet, even with the multiple sides
This blanket is useful disguise
I hide my worn, tired face
And sleep ever so in my place

About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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