Sweet ThreadsA Poem by MF.Womack
You either reap what you sow or damage your soul
Thread the needle with fibers that bind before you sew Rip apart the fabric that we’re all cut from Clothe your mind with with an ensemble that is the sum of All the threads of pain and joy that stitch us together as one Knit a kind cloth to drape across the lost and weak A blanket statement, not bitter, but sweet A shroud of strength Made of the words you speak © 2018 MF.Womack |
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