Sewing Basket Case
A poem of defiance and defeat
Photo by Tracey Parish on Unsplash
How often you held me at needlepoint!
Snipping and clipping to cut me down
Each piercing criticism a prick
In your porcupine-like gown.
I’m done with being your pincushion;
I like the shape that I’m in.
Look in the mirror, because I’m out
And you’re on your own again
Now I use an iron-on applique
To repair the holes in my heart –
Have to keep the heat and pressure on
So I don’t fall apart;
I close my wounds with superglue
And I cut my bangs with a knife
And I buy new balls when I find them flat –
You’ve put me off sewing supplies for life.
About the Creator
Putting words down in writing makes me feel alive. What do I write about? Yes. Also that. I like to think that my randomness is charming.
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