Stitches

by ShadowDancer   Nov 5, 2005


I sit here stitching up the tatters of my soul
Try to repair this ripped and shredded heart
I cry over these ruined works I had spent a lifetime on
Yet it only took a week for you to rip them apart

My silver needle again pierces through
The needle born of the lies you spun me
I feel a prick on my finger, a drop of blood forms
Even now your lies can still cut me

The thread dives down and emerges again
A thread woven of my wasted love
The thread when new was as white as snow
But now is grey, like an aged turtle dove

This heart and soul that I sit mending
Are washed with my tears as I cry
They embrace the thread and rejoice in the needle
And spread until not an inch is left dry

Washed with my tears and pierced with your lies
And darned with love's wasted thread
My soul feels as thin in my arms as rice paper
My heart is heavy as lead

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  • 17 years ago

    by Megann Lee

    Hmm.Hmm.Hmm..I like it. You really do have some talent Ruby, your poems are fantasic.

  • 17 years ago

    by Sole

    Yes I know, I've already commented, so I won't count this as a comment, but I just had to comment again. That poem was absolutely amazing, maybe I didn't read it properly the first time, but it was absolutely awesome. Well done.

    Peace. [Sole]

  • 17 years ago

    by Kaylee

    The lies you spun me

    With the fourth sentence in that stanza also ending in me, I think it'll sort of take the impact of it. Maybe just, "The lies you spun" It's up to you.

    Haunting picture though, reallly sad, but I love how you made something ordinary like stiching into something so different like mending a broken heart. A different take on the usual things.

  • 18 years ago

    by Sole

    The imagery in that poem is beautiful - and the flow,rhyming, meaning all just seem toclick into place :)

    Peace. [Sole]

  • 18 years ago

    by ~~Lindsay Woods~~

    Nice poem.....liked it...5/5!