"sticthed" poems
have patience with me darling
i am tattered rags
i am shredded linen
ive sticthed myself
piece by piece
but i am stilled ragged at the edges
Will you still love my brokenness
Will you still caress my soul
As if
It where brand new
Baby i am broken
I am
Hand me downs
Given to the less fortunate
One size too small
One size too big
But
i can still satisfy
I can still keep you warm
On the cold nights when all you have is your bear skin
Covering your shivering soul
When your bones rattle together
Darling
I will unfold myself upon you
Darling
I will become your home
When you are left out on the pouring rain
But baby
I am broken
I won't guarantee that rain drops won't drip through
From the holes left in me
But we will gather pots and pans and collect the water dripping from me
and turn it into holy water
pure enough for us to drink
Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 10:48 PM UTC