A Poem From The Past

Loose Threads

I envy You because you've got a love that's unbreakable

and

I'm no where close enough to be capable

of

reaching out into some one else's heart and

understanding their soul

as if it were my own.

See, pieces of me have been sewn

back together, but still loosely hang

only attached by the threads that remind me

of past struggles, so I juggle

these obstacles on the daily

mainly

to keep this smile going

but,

I continue sewing

the pieces of me that remain

detached.

I wear my heart on my sleeve,

hoping to achieve

the search for Mr. Sewing Machine,

but so far all I've seen

is a bundle of Mr. Wrongs

that keep tearing these stitches apart.

So I continue to write -

I write

about Mr. Right,

trying to fight

the pain that lingers

and hangs by single threads,

but these bleeding fingers

continue to sew.

The more stitches involved

the less I am capable of

evolving into

the woman I am 

behind all these loose threads.

I envy You.