The Fabric

For long, the coarsely woven fabric gives a forlorn feel

Where the strands are forced to fit in with duress

Overlapping, there’s rarely any space for breathing

Tension causes the strands to stiffen and there’s stoic expression

Softness of the fabric blemished with layers of dirt

In willing effort to cover up the numerous anomalies and frailties

Mended hastily, with force, every strand coerced to blend in

With time, the minuscule gaps will move apart to expose the reality

Stigma of being stained by the shameful histrionics of few

Will expose the novice craftsmanship and real mala fide intent©

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