#stitching
And we frolicked with our arms entangled
under the stunning gleam of the moonlight.
With the diamond waterfalls as witness,
dreamy as the rainbow,
cascading solace in our thoughts.
We’re out of the gushing downpour.
though we still hear and feel the water.
Exalting how we climbed
the higher and steeper trail
with dangerous cliffs in thousands,
we continued to hold hands.
With even a tiny bit of love but a ton of hope,
we eradicated fear
and let the light come through.
Merging us again into one!
Reshaping,
transforming,
mending,
stitching every hidden torn and burn.
Jun 20, 2021
Jun 20, 2021 at 5:02 AM UTC
...trying to take this heart,
this healing,
all this fragile,
day by day
task by task.
a new getting out of bed.
some days I am still healing,
others...
the wound has just
opened back up for me
and I’m stitching,
I’m breathing,
I’m moving always,
but standing still.
...one does not negate the other for me.
but I am here
and I love you.
Aug 11, 2019
Aug 11, 2019 at 8:00 PM UTC
Fellow logophiles,
let us grab the silk and stitch
the words.
For we have that power
to move the Heaven and
Earth.
Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 7:20 AM UTC
sew
sewn
sewing
stiches
stitched
to my sleeves
tears soaking
simplicity
magnify
times
me
in
i
find myself
me'ing me
perfectly
time hurdles another fence
passport in hand bus stop timed
frequently flown boot soles
composite toed mistletoe
kiss me rosey cheeks
love me dearly
love me
most
love
me
ghosts
learning to sew
?
...
..
.
Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 11:22 AM UTC
The girl hums happily, stitching the ragdoll back together.
Spools and needles lay around her, ready as ever.
Every morning she threads a needle and stuffs back the cotton.
Smiling to herself whilst looping the pretty buttons.
Each night is the same as the young girl sleeps.
The ragdoll awakens and from the bed she leaps.
She tears at her stitching and yanks out the cotton.
Pulls her limbs away and prays to lay there forgotten.
But the girl never forgets and at every dawn,
gathers the doll up with a smile and a yawn.
''Oh ragdoll, every night you do the same thing.
Tear yourself up limb from limb.
You don't think you're special or worthy or loved.
At the bottom of every pile of dolls, you've been shoved.
But I will keep stitching you back up until you see,
just how much you really mean to me.'
Sep 29, 2017
Sep 29, 2017 at 8:08 AM UTC
do not weave me into your poetry.
the needle hurts,
the yarn itches,
your words swarm my head with lies.
your bittersweet poetry-
all a show.
your words create illusions.
i will not allow you to try to create me as your own masterpiece
when i am my own destruction.
Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 8:18 PM UTC