Hemlocked Heart

Scattered poems seem so small
They wrap around my skin
Strung together, plastic pearls
Never ever meant to begin

Each bead added weighs heavy
Biting on my wrist, creasing
Categorized, crafted, captured
Never the fight nor the feeling

Make the bracelet whole
Charms and gaps appealing
Clear, concise, contained
Never the numb nor the feeling

And when the sting, it snaps
Flinging notions on linoleum
Cupboards, couches, chairs
Feelings to be never ever found