Unspoken Parts of the Soul (A Collection of Poetry)

Perfectly Sewn Together

This red spool of thread

The color of my blood

When I prick myself

Like an amateur, trying to sew my feelings away...

My mouth sewn shut

My eyes and mind open

Unsure if I should sew my heart shut

So I'll just leave it alone.

Without any help

Or a thimble to protect my fingers

I continuously try to sew my life together

Because life is like novice's sewing

It can be strong for awhile

Until the seams unravel

Because it's never perfect the first time around

And it stays that way

And keeps falling apart

Over and over and over again

Until some kind soul comes along to fix it

Or does it a favor and throws it away