Tear

January 29, 2014

I sew and sew

But I can never close the hole.

It always seems to catch on something.

A jagged edge-

I cannot count the hours spent mending

Is the hole even worth repairing?

But I continue to sew and sew.

Maybe one day I will rip out all the threads

And let it be, open and exposed.

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