(I originally posted this on my blog a couple months ago, but thought I'd re-post...something I wrote quite awhile ago)
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Holding tighter
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Sewing stitches
In my wishes
Hoping I can
Mend this dream
In my wishes
Hoping I can
Mend this dream
Smiling brighter
Trying harder
To believe
I can do it
I can make it
I can mend it
I can fake it
Swallow doubt
I’m looking 'round
I’m trying harder
Not to see
Pushing harder
Numbing my heart
Knowing well
This can’t be right
But in the end
I’m left again
Seeing now
Nothing to mend
Dreams I lost
I never had
Sitches dropped
I’ve lost the thread
I let it fall
I lose it all
And then I see -
Me
I've been there
All along
No need to mend
What isn't wrong
My needle drops
I rest my hands
I can breathe
I can be
Trying harder
To believe
I can do it
I can make it
I can mend it
I can fake it
Swallow doubt
I’m looking 'round
I’m trying harder
Not to see
Pushing harder
Numbing my heart
Knowing well
This can’t be right
But in the end
I’m left again
Seeing now
Nothing to mend
Dreams I lost
I never had
Sitches dropped
I’ve lost the thread
I let it fall
I lose it all
And then I see -
Me
I've been there
All along
No need to mend
What isn't wrong
My needle drops
I rest my hands
I can breathe
I can be
1 comment:
Beautiful poem, Cheryl.
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