#unravelled - Hello Poetry

when my heart was broken completely I was finally free unravelled from all the things that made me forget that I was me

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May 12

May 12, 2026 at 1:57 PM UTC

Angharad

Unravelled

when my heart was broken completely I was finally free unravelled from all the things that made me forget that I was me

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We were unravelled so we could see. We were unbound so we could feel. We were untied so we could flee. We are undone so we could heal.

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Jul 18, 2017

Jul 18, 2017 at 5:04 PM UTC

ryn

Unravelled

We were unravelled so we could see. We were unbound so we could feel. We were untied so we could flee. We are undone so we could heal.

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A lifetime of searching Generations lost Sometimes I feel like We're all searching for something Even those of us That seem to have it all Retracing our steps, backtracking Looking under the bed and On top of every counter Painstaking, Day in, day out A memory forgotten A lost note found A cigarette to jog my mind Wait I know, Better check last year's trousers I always leave something In last year's trousers... There's nothing quite like Finding what you were searching for There's also nothing quite like Losing sleep at night Wondering what it is that you are Searching for in the first place Asking yourself "When I find it, will it make me happy?" Startling, the thought that maybe Happiness is what we're searching for Every single one of us Even those of us that kiss it goodnight Or dress it in the morning And greet it with supper in the evening The search goes on...

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Jul 30, 2016

Jul 30, 2016 at 6:20 AM UTC

finley-pietersen

Searching

A lifetime of searching Generations lost Sometimes I feel like We're all searching for something Even those of us That seem to have it all Retracing our steps, backtracking Looking under the bed and On top of every counter Painstaking, Day in, day out A memory forgotten A lost note found A cigarette to jog my mind Wait I know, Better check last year's trousers I always leave something In last year's trousers... There's nothing quite like Finding what you were searching for There's also nothing quite like Losing sleep at night Wondering what it is that you are Searching for in the first place Asking yourself "When I find it, will it make me happy?" Startling, the thought that maybe Happiness is what we're searching for Every single one of us Even those of us that kiss it goodnight Or dress it in the morning And greet it with supper in the evening The search goes on...

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