Threads

20130920-130340.jpg
I am a worry doll,
woven of invisible threads of memory that tie me to you,
a worn and frayed fabric of longing
that absorbs the blows of your sorrows and punishments
like magic
in the night.
Spun into my rigid shape
by the tiny needles of fate,
I am sewn away from you
and fixed in another design,
like a patch.

Where is my rightful place?
I do not know
the ultimate pattern.
I long for you
to return,
to unspool the fretful bindings
from my straining,
flushed body
that lie heavy like clothes,
and craft me,
with your burning, clever hands
and reluctant
whispered apology
into a woman,
naked
and new.

2 thoughts on “Threads

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s