Tailored By Yesterday

By Madison Simone

closet filled of peace-pressed clothes

He hung with hope and promise 

born again but never worn 

love tagged without knowledge

a new wardrobe awaits patient

yet I reach for the jeans I bled in 

poking at holes so they stay open

waistline restrictive of air flow 

holding the shape of my silence 

stitched with stories seldom told  

that reeks with a stench of sorrow

pinching surround nostrils closed 

maybe I’m afraid to throw away

what’s mine of what was me, dyed 

into jeans, or merely miss the absence  

of the comforting itchy seams 

what may happen if pockets hold 

my hands as I step into cold pants 

breaking into who I am meant to be

why is it so hard, to step into the unseen

By Madison Simone