Written by Cordelia
You were wrapped round me when I was born
Protecting my shoulders from the Earth’s cold wind,
Lining my arms to protect from thorns of life
Buttons hooking to guide my little hands
Your yarn goes under, over, through holes, bare and hidden
Needle leads point first, into the unformed space
Making armor for me, my thoughts, my strengths
Hiding my weakness from all of you
The knitting needles are a writing tool
They sketch out questions and answers
As I grow, I stretch you, struggle and push
Your thread stays sturdy to all I can do
Angry, I unweave, ignore, and flame you
Tear new dark zeroes, scratch new hopes
No rainbows now to light my youthful heart
A faded armor for the sun and rain
And slowly, patched and scared and struggling
New patterns rise and your sleeves are warm
Reluctantly, I pull on my talents and my flaws
Prick out home, friends, schools, new stains and frays
We weave and knit and then the blind slicers
Cut the thread off, declare the yarn done
More tales and words and worlds to map again
My life is whole because of you, dear cardigan
Cordelia is a 13-year-old aspiring writer hailing from Boston, MA. Poetry has always been a cathartic experience for her, allowing her to decipher and express the connections she sees in her life. Grappling complex topics and trying to communicate them in a relatable way is what she wants to focus on in her future works.
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