He is stitching me back up
One weave at a time
Some days I’m under an anaesthetic
That life distracts me with
Other days I’m left with my own devises
I’m raw
A half open wound
On these days
I feel with all my body and being
I feel the needle of healing
Poking through the tenderness
Of my heart
Sewing in the thread of strength
The thread of love and repair
Interweaving and interlacing
The thread is blood red
To match the bleeding
Of an Overcomer
I am overcoming