We rocked in a padded room
holding a single piece of fabric
which was so perfectly fine
that it wasn’t allowed to be-
It frayed and spliced
into millions of splintered ends
leaving us blank and empty-
The door to our padded room opened-
We stopped rocking
knowing it was now over-
The one thought was gone.
-M. Taggart
copyright 2018
mtaggartwriter 
I really wish there was a love button. This is brilliant. I know I say that a lot. But..It’s the best word I can find..without saying..yes.
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Thank you. I’ve come to really enjoy your supportive feedback. So much that if I write something that you think is awful and expressed how awful it was that I’d even enjoy that because I know it would be honest. I know a piece like this doesn’t land with everyone and I’m fine with that. I am happy that it lands with a few. So thank you again.
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Well, ty. I’ve never read anything awful. If I do..I’ll let you know. Sometimes..I’m at a total loss for words to be honest..at what it means to me personally, but may not be the intent…And I tend not to comment at all. But I love your work. I get something every time.
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I’ve been there my friend
Strong,very strong
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