She sits rather still, stitching her loom
shackled and bound to the whispering room
While the walls shutter speeches
she slouches then reaches,
her stitching resumed.

Threads of silk pool in spools
cast to the floor
Hushing the voices
as they pour

the voices repeat their crippling phrase
dancing the space
bound to their maze

A familiar stranger
knocked on my door
and asked "Are you the one
I've known before?"

The face of this heart
It stared at me
Through my net of
pain and disharmony

I'm here it's me
I scream in despair
don't leave me
for I'm still in here.

Let me in she said
I am the one you knew
You see we have  
lots of work to do.

To fix the wounds
the tears and tatters
to rest and talk
Nothing else matters.

I relented with tears
admitting the pain
to grow and repair
So that I remain

Much time we spent
together you see
Getting to know each other
myself and me.

I'll never let
the world take away
Myself again
NOT TODAY!

That
thin
line,
Between
LOVE
And
HATE,

I never wanted you,

To
cross,
THE
OTHER
WAY...



....now it's deepened, and it's lost somewhere...Beyond my sight.
Buried somewhere only you could find...