Poem

Sewn

Threads dispersed, tendrils drifting,

Cross stitches holding my heart together

Fragile grips for forever

Like kisses on a broken organ.

Undisclosed attachments to materialistic grips

Patterned designs meant for purpose

But, oh, giving me goose bumps of joy

As I blanket stitch them together.

Expressing my toxic insides

Filtering them with padding

Slip stitch my lips so nothing escapes;

Shh! Here comes the blunt truth…

Nothing can hold back the black and white

No shade. Backstitch that bad stuff,

But the running stitch won’t erase it.

The stark truth prevails like a blind stitch.

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4 responses to “Poem

  1. this is so amazing lines and words and the title is enough to speak by itself…

    Liked by 1 person

  2. tried to sew my heart together
    with stitches blind, in disarray
    broken readers judge my cover
    so black and white turns into grey
    a running stitch feels right you see
    so thanks for being kind to me

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  3. Love it! Our words have been stitched together. 💗

    Like

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