Seaming
by @christopher-james-grossi
Unresolved.
The ache, acute,
Confounding reach for ascension,
Gripping the doors, the floors, the tightening
Of muscles wrench against a whine.
Annoyance, pain, and aggravation
Require a fabric to tear,
They manifest themselves by ripping
At what we hold most dear
And leave holes where once was wholeness.
When others can resolve a misconception,
And render the ripping a figment
Of perception,
To what end does silence travel?
Or,
Like a tailor,
Should I resolve myself and learn to stitch,
At what others cannot see, or claim, or reach beneath.
Or lift.