Parts of me

Making knots in fabric,

a pretty picture in mind.

So many knots,

to tie it all together.

My heart's in pieces, picked up with a dustpan,

wonder if I'll ever be whole again.

Another knot, design's disorganized,

making it up as I go.

Need to put the pieces together,

into some semblance of order.

Tatters and ruins, all that's left of my portrait,

the treasure I once was.

Can't love anymore,

when my heart's still in shreds.

Want some tape or glue, use knots instead,

hope they'll hold.

Trying to function, tired of hurting and bleeding,

more knots to close those holes.

I'll be finished eventually, completed,

a macrame` masterpiece.

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