Poetry Page

The Jeans

by Kyndall Dark

The pair of jeans that stick out to me

The pair of jeans that hold every scrunchie

that pair of jeans,

all dirty with all types of stains

I remember all the pain

I fell hard in the snow

and Ifeel that stains show

all the tears

but my dears

all the tears mean no more pain or fears

for all the tears clear my mind

so now, I have left those tears and fears behind