Thursday, April 16, 2015


You look at me
And you see
The pretty colors
Arranged for your viewing pleasure
Yet you silently wonder
How I do it
No one sees the thread loosen
The binding get weak
The shape get slack
As fabric beings to peel back
I retreat to my dark solace
And let time unwind me
Until I am an unfeeling pile of scraps
Trying to get rest
No interest
In besting anyone
For that is an energy bill I can’t afford
Trying to catch my breath siting still
Willing myself to respect limits
So as the sun rises
The day brightens
My stitched up scraps
Pop brightly again

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