Call It Stitching
seek to cinch sutures
binding all healing
before the next instance
of being shredded apart
o heart, beat faintly
so I know that through
the silence of mending
you are still here with me
from dust we are still creating,
piling ashes to pen lines,
traces of destruction
that translate beautifully
in the glow of fire light;
messages miscommunicated:
snapped synapses intercept
the fight for sustainability
succumb to numbness
and in that absence
every gentle whisper
is a touch remembered
hold on to the feeling
of having surrendered
until the storm passes
and windblown fragments
conjoin to form a new defense —
a fortress around a shattered soul,
a guard scaling fresh skin,
a new way to battle from within
Thistle Thoughts 
I love that you explored physical healing mixed with soul healing. Well done!
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Thanks so much for reading 🙂
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This is beautifully written! I could feel each word.
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Thanks so much 🙂
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You are welcome. 🙂
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Wow!! Such a powerful piece of poetry! Loved it!
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Thank you!
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Enjoyed every bit of the poem..!!
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Thanks! I appreciate you reading. 🙂
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You are welcome 🙂
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Beautifully penned touched my heart.
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Thanks for reading! 💗
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What a powerful poem full of hope! It was like a whirlwind! Love the smooth flow of this poem! One can see the pain and the strength here, which is admirable!
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Thank you
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My pleasure!
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