Musings of an Anxious Mind

No More Speech

As the first stitch

Goes through

I think

Of how I wronged you

As the second stitch

Has passed

I wonder

About our past

As the third stitch

Makes a hole

I shed a tear

Thinking I'm no longer whole

As the fourth stitch

Gives way

I think of what

I said today

At the fifth stitch

I stretch the wire

For I am almost done

Just one more higher

At the sixth stitch

I finally realize

I've sewn my mouth shut

For it's not my place -

To hold you in prize