Stitching

undone, my insides
lie messy, the fabric 
of my heart torn, shredded
its soft threads, strewn
all over my sore chest,
my eyes blurry
and cracked dry
from bleeding pain

so I keep my eyes shut 
and with my breath, 
learn to thread the 
needle of time, 
failing plenty, sometimes
finding nothingness
and gently, with love
in tears of both 
pain and joy, I 
feel the music of winds 
caressing my breast
and the songs of rivers
kissing my lips, and I 
stitch by stitch, 
in divine rhythm
weave my heart 
whole, bringing it 
back to life again.

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