By Tara Mason
So
here
you
are
this tattered ripped soul
exposed
threads fiber faded
coming apart
like an old
worn rug
chewed corners
furniture footprints
all those colors
of story
that wove
this elaborate
rug
covering
unseen floor
beneath
this old relic
rolled and
dragged to the
side of the room
those old boards
now
visible
polished by years
from the life above
soft like new
baby skin
untouched
but by the covering
once perfect
story
exposed
the tender soul
of the child
unseen