Mending

Mending

A Poem by Drea
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Suturing the wounds of the past

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I will not be that broken doll on the floor.
Limbs scattered about;

eyes dull

clothes torn
I will mend myself.
Sew up the tears with ribbons of light.
I am not some toy to be left lying;
Lying on the floor.
No

I shall not be neglected as others have.
Nor shall I cut and chip away as I was taught to.
Ever so quietly;

Ever so gently.
Bit by bit; a little here a little there.
Harvesting myself out piece by piece.
My heart my very soul like so much confetti;
Cut up ~

Blown away in the wind.
I will not be that broken doll on the floor.
Limbs scattered about;

eyes dull

clothes torn
I will mend that doll.

I will pick her up and hold her close.
Tell her she is worth loving~
Tell her over and over again.

TELL HER

Tell her~
Until it no longer makes me cry.
Cry at the sight of her broken body; 

Broken soul.
Tell her I love her; until she really understands.
Mend her piece by piece; bit by bit.
Mend her with threads of hope.
Look for the light to return to her eyes.
I will make wings for her~
Beautiful iridescent wings~
Wings of a swallowtail butterfly.
I will not be that broken doll on the floor.
No more  

No

No more.
I will be a Faerie goddess and fly.

© 2008 Drea


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You captured my attention immediately. The first time I made dolls for my children, there were partially constructed pieces strewn though my house. I got a little freaked out. I knew they weren't people. But I was alone with arms and legs and heads. It didn't matter that they were cloth. There is something very real about the representation of a human.

There is something too real about these words. I can imagine the repair you speak of. . . I just can't find the words to say it properly. But this is an amazing poem.

Posted 16 Years Ago


4 of 4 people found this review constructive.




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This is beautiful.You give me such hope.May you win the contest.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

That reminds me of recently mending my poor teddy bear's broken arm. :) I think that he got too much love, and his poor arm broke! But, I mended it, and he is making a full recovery!

Time heals all wounds.

Peace and love,
Gabe


Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

You captured my attention immediately. The first time I made dolls for my children, there were partially constructed pieces strewn though my house. I got a little freaked out. I knew they weren't people. But I was alone with arms and legs and heads. It didn't matter that they were cloth. There is something very real about the representation of a human.

There is something too real about these words. I can imagine the repair you speak of. . . I just can't find the words to say it properly. But this is an amazing poem.

Posted 16 Years Ago


4 of 4 people found this review constructive.

Ohhh Rhiannon I love this poem. You Go Girl! I admire you for your strength and perseverance when life gets you down. My favorite lines are,
"I will fashion wings for her
Beautiful iridescen wings
Wings of a swallowtail butterfly"
Those are beautiful, saying that it is the self that makes one beautiful, and not relying on others to do it for us. You are a Fearie Goddess!

Love Love
Wei

Posted 17 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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