Stitches

Stitches...

Hold her together

Yet bind her down.

Keep her from falling apart

Or making a sound.

They piece her together

And hold together her heart.

It can't escape the binds

Or it'll be torn apart.

They keep her alive

But hold her back.

Her heart is torn

Like that old Kodak.

The picture worn and faded

That she still keeps

Under her bed and

In her dreams when she sleeps.

Stitches criss-cross

Over the image of his face

As she stares silently

Into starry space.

Pale white puckered scars,

Ugly and bold,

Still tell the story of her life,

The unbearable cold.

Stitches hold the pieces together

But she's coming apart at the seams.

She's lost everything she holds dear

And now she's losing her dreams.

You can't reach for dreams

If you can't take a chance.

Live a little,

Have that dance.

But she's stitched together

And if she tries to start

She'll rip them out

And tear apart.

 

Reviews

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

sweet poem. Very deep meaning behind it. Great job here.

[Christopher.Holmberg]

Very inspiring , i can see we are of a similar mentality. though i am not stiched as im free...however people may feel such a sensation at a time. I really enjoyed this peace, its sets forth an immense message , very subliminally explicit. well done "^" thankyou

[..R.I.P..]

This is an amazing piece! I absolutely loved it and can totally relate to the feeling! Great job!

[Jae]

God that is so damn amazing.

~Rem