Making it whole again.

The fabric

mixes 

together.

The colors

become

one.

Its permanent.

It takes

on a life

a energy.

You would 

not understand

it unless

you actually

see it

feel it

witness it.

If I close

my eyes

and listen

to the hum

of the machine

I can see

the past.

The connection 

of you letting go

of my heart.

Me letting 

go of yours.

Its takes on 

a new life.

Me crying

out to god

to heal me.

Becoming 

a new woman.

And all 

as I watched

the needle 

rhythmically 

dance

through fabric.

Its a energy

you would 

never understand.

Unless you 

lived it. 

Unless you

sewed the

frayed 

fabric 

into whole 

again.