The Quilt of My Life
Sadnessoften becomes a comforter
like a quilt
that has been hand-sewn
each stitch placed so painstakingly
along a line
of some traced metaphor
a life that has many curves,
hills, and
valleys.
Creating,ever creating
an unknown design
unaware of its outcome
just always sewing
pricking fingers in the course
of its creation
bleeding upon the white cotton
batting
leaving stains of a life that produces
and seduces pain
never resting the fingers
that are swollen and sore
from experiencing the union
of the beautiful patterns,
the substance of the fillers,
which is the basis
of who we truly are,
and the past,
the backing of
our trueselves.
Always there must be the binding
the fingers, the mind of the hands,
sewing the binding to bring
a form, a sturdiness to all that
is contained and is the comforter,
the quilt of who we are.
It is the quilt of ourselves
which is eternally changing.
One day, perhaps, I will look into
a mirror and see the patchwork,
the crazy quilt, each embroidered
line that is truly who I am.
If that day comes,
I hope to wrap myself up
in my own arms
and rest
in the warmth
of
me
and
be
Happy.
kathy lockhart
9/26/06
Words by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2006-09-26 at 22:46
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