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Seamstress
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Poems Split seams untangle the web I weaved
Releasing all the stories untold; havoc soon unfolds.
The walls built over the years, softening my fears
Crumble into ash and dust, all in one single thrust.
Not by violence or force; but by an act of remorse.
Shriveling under the weight of the web, a feeble yelp.
All it took was one word. Help.
Help it seemed was a sign of weakness, almost evil,
How can one ask to put pain on other people?
Now with the walls down, and the light shining in,
Strength is in numbers, we all share the same skin.
These walls weren't protecting, there is no enemy
Instead it was a prison, a trap-mentally.
With the web untangled and the barriers blown by the zephyr,
My fellow seamstresses will help weave this web back- together.
