Flaws and Holes

I wasn't sewn right when i was made, 

Holes in my fabric of being 

Dampness soaks through me 

The threads, loosen as i crumble in the wash of life

Stitch by stitch sewn so fast in the machine of unborn life

Crumpled at one end and coming undone at the other end. 

Why must this be? The way i fall on the floor

thrown to the wind, the trees of hate grab hold 

Yanking me each and every way, til i break loose 

holding myself together, 

blowing around in the weightlessness of life

Torn holes in my weak fabric 

Forgive me for my flaws and weakness of being. 

Never laid upon the shelf right

always one end stuck up out of sight. 

Take my flawed body of ripped and torn fabric

dig away the old stitching, 

sewing it back together with love and care

Patch my wholes and make me new and whole again. 

Look at me with awe as the piece of flawlessness work 

I can live now, placed on some one with love and care.

Reviews

[Rory CJ Frankson]

***********************************************************All Stars **********************************

There is conveyed a strong emotive strength in this piece, and its dynamic allegory with its representation of an abstract or spiritual meaning, running through its length. "Patch my wholes and make me new and whole again." your play on words here, made me smile. It shows me how your writing is continually maturing Shantelle. In deed, this 'whole' write refelects this! How you carried through with the subject matter with thoughtful word choice, to match the intensity of its flavour. As yes, I could almost taste its frustrated edges... in a very complete way.

********************************************************* Great Work *******************************

Write On / Right On! Peace, Romon in Review. ;)

[E.H. Monroe]

The beating we take in life in general is brutal, this thing does a nice job comparing it to a rag doll figure being torn apart by rough winds and evil f*****g trees.
The rebuild is positive motion in the end, but also leavs it open for the same thing to happen all over again.

Little madness in mystery
Bravo

[Tate Morgan]

This is really good the metaphor fits well the worn edges of life

[shedevil]

it was a good poem, however i dont think flawlessness it a word, flawless would have worked much better. also there might have been to much useage of the word flaw. keep writing, xoxo

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing poem. We all need some tender loving care sometime in a life. I like how you set -up the poem.
"Take my flawed body of ripped and torn fabric
dig away the old stitching,
sewing it back together with love and care"
A outstanding poem. Thank you.
Coyote

[Dizzy]

A very interesting way of putting it. I like it and aside from mispells it was really good. =) Nice

[Cats Eye]

beautiful i love the metaphor used.

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stunning use of metaphor...really clever stuff..mmmm jealous..

[sarah]

this is really great!