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Awoken Stitches

Awakening in the middle of the night.

Mind is racing, then takes flight.

I peel these emotions from my skin,

and sadness seeps out from within.

 

I take my needle, and begin to sow.

My wounds back up so that I can show.

My head up high, and chin straightened up.

The stitches may show, but its good enough.

 

A crooked smile, a twinkled eye.

I'm not healed, yet I know why.

A frozen heart takes time to thaw.

In the warmest hands you ever saw.

 

A future lit with bright sunny skies.

The things I've lost have made me wise.

The knowledge I gain has made me fight.

I close my eyes again this night.

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josef-wilhelm
Canadian
Published
Jan 13, 2012
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