My mother once told me that we are but clay pots that when thrown down can be broken into millions of pieces. Your poem made me think of her telling me this, it opened my heart to you and your time of despair, I like how you used "cloths" instead of clothing, it seemed to parallel the wrapping cloths of the dead that were used in times past, to wrap mummies. Bravo! I know this was written a long time ago,and I hope your life has changed for the better.
Thank you for this!
SLove
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