Edges

Jul 27, 2025

Balls of thread.

I feel the edges.

Each fringe of words said, until I become tied in knots.

I am a needle.

The conduit that tries to mend frayed

cloth by sewing stitches of hope.

While the fabric of life often tears me apart.

Ripping each dream to shreds.

Leaving only remnants of what might have been.

I feel the edges, while lacerating myself

on serrated scissors.

I am only human; therefore, I bleed.