Lightly stitched,
we are,
With heavy hands, thick knuckles, thin skin.
A heavy heart, but lightly stitched.
We tenderize small wounds in the callousing walls of our heart chambers.
Between one another-
When the noise fades away, leaving only silence to weigh,
we cling-
tightly
to the fraying stitches,
because,
only
love
remains.
Absolutely stunning. I love this poem!
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Aww, thank you so much 🙂 I am glad so glad it moved you 🙂
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