at moon’s end
i find myself
trying to stitch
back together
what i so vehemently
spent so many years
tearing apart
the light is subtle
too feeble for me to thread
needles of apology
remorse or redemption
yet i continue on
finger tips pale
pricked by bitter reminder
of gaping tears
i tore into the fabric
of decency and self-dignity
with offerings of woolen prayers
i attempt to mend and patch
a heart sullen with snags and rips
to no avail
on most any day
then every so often
the rays of light
knit me a magnifying glass
and in subtle ways
i toil at weaving
a better human fabric
for myself
of which i make offerings
of tzitzit embroidered with the shame
of tails in between my walking legs
with seams of hope
that mercy will be granted
at the ending of my new day
words less spoken 
Well done!
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Thank you friend and thanks for visiting.
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This makes me realize how good it feels to finally have arrived at the point in my life when i am at peace with just throwing the torn pieces away. Brilliantly written as always.
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Thank you so much Violet, yes I am allowing myself to grow happy Thanksgiving and much love xo
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Excellent piece, Marisela!
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Thank you, Susi 🧡
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“i toil at weaving
a better human fabric” I love this line. Perfectly states what most of us work at doing. The entire piece is beautifully penned.
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Thank you Annette sending positivity and joy your way xo
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