Stitches


In the mending of a heart

the broken edges pieced and sewn

taking in all that broke apart

closing up the pain you’ve known

 

New people new feelings growing over the seams

stitches filling the rips of pain

the past that broke you now only dreams

time now taken to try to make you sane

 

Stitches felt only slightly with fingers of the soul

still there and yet less or so I’m told

seemingly now to be somewhat whole

the burning hot fire of the pain growing cold

 

In these stitches lie the hurts of the past

dreams broken love lost hope all gone

in the twilight now at last

my heart and it’s stitches all alone

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2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. tgpw
    Mar 07, 2011 @ 09:47:18

    Wonderful….. Perfect.

    Reply

  2. leezacoleman
    Feb 25, 2011 @ 00:50:41

    Outstanding! I love the poem. The metaphor is sensational, the imagery perfect.

    Reply

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