“Midnight Threads”

I put my thoughts into threads that come at night.

Making quiet stories that the dark can read.

Each one holds a heavy feeling.

Something I can't say in the bright light.

The moon looks down, watching carefully.

Drawing shadows over my skin.

I fold my worries like paper cranes.

Hoping they might one day fly.

No one sees the picture I make.

No one cheers for the silent machine.

Yet still I work, one soft stitch at a time.

Creating a world inside my room.