I sew my days together with a very thin thread
I make up a tapestry I can hide beneath
And sneak a peak through if I can that day.
This thread keeps breaking
With the help of a poor sewer
And I don’t want them to intrude
On my very haphazardly put together piece
that I tried so hard to make look presentable.
I battle a silent war everyday
To get me through the task.
To have someone ask for my time
And break my project too
Means the tapestry doesn’t get made
To hide beneath.
Exposed & More Lonely Than Before.