day 57

weave in the strands
of all that’s untrue
tucking them into
the fabric of time;
patch all the holes
in my quilt of long living
sewn from the joys,
tears, and the pain.
adorn myself in
many dreams
still worth dreaming
comforted by
all that is mine.

2.26.17

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Eliza Alys Young, aka CreativEliza, is a free spirit, world traveler, creative expert, and part of multicultural family… Eliza shares her time between the US, Dominican Republic and beyond. When she is not caring for her high-energy kids, writing her poetry or for her blog, creating art or cooking up a storm, she is designing for her own company, Design Intense.

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