Broken Poetry

The Quilt of Sad Stories

I am a quilt. The quilt of a sad story.

The needle is my knife, and the thread is my memories.

I pierce my skin with the needle and thread, and weave the story of my life into my arms, legs, back, shoulders, and torso, making the invisible scars, visible. Each new event, I add to my story, and once I run out of room on my skin, I will cut out the happy memories, and replace them with the newer, more painful ones. If only the bad memories are left, and I still have no room, I will expand my story to the things I love. The needle and thread moving through the skin of my loved ones, and connecting them to me, spreading the pain and misery. My story shows on them, and their story shows on me.

We all become the quilt of a sad story.