The Rooms



In the halls of discontentment

In the crowded spaces of resentment

Are these cloth coverings of protection?

Because of our wounds of rejection?


We are all mummied up

Spilling this blessed cup

Blocking our vision because of these cloths

We are could-have-been-butterflies moths


When will we allow our ugliness to shine?

That’s where mess and glory allow the stars to align

© Carly Wiggins 2018

3 thoughts on “The Rooms

  1. Hey. This is just perfect. This is very sincere and honest, I like your writing style, it’s very simple and inspiring. Nice work! I am Ragazza, I hope you could also follow my blog. Keep writing great stuff! Cheers! 🙂


    1. Thank you so much, I really appreciate your compliments. 🙂 I’ll be sure to check out your blog. Sorry it took a while to respond… your comment went to spam accidently.


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