ending

i didn’t teach you to know me.

 

my fabric is flimsy, my hoop is small — i taught myself.

my thread is skinny, the colors all clash — i’m from different places.

my design is off center — i didn’t start at the beginning.

my stitches are jagged — i’m still learning.

 

i just want to be seen.

i only need to be heard.

 

but you’ve retreated, away from my encroach.

my eyes ache — i’ve been trying to find you.

my throat throbs — i’ve been calling you.

my arms faint — i’ve been reaching for you.

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