Hope · Mental Health · Writing

Worn Soft | Poems that Suck

There's something soothing 
about running my fingertips
along the edges of a well-loved
                              book. 

Something gratifying in the
softness of something once so precise.

I hope, that in my old age, 
I find the same sweet softness
in myself that I find so valuable
                           in a book.

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