[Knit Wounds]

This is who we are.
Broken strands of loose fragments
sprawled across layers

[Where]

Scars remember wounds
In places memories can’t
And lies dare not go

[So Instead]

We pretend to heal
Sewing scars into our skin
with needles of hope

{and}

knitting patches
where patches go
to keep fear from
places it shouldn’t.

[Believing]

If we had a chance
To be all of who we are
We could finally

[Be ourselves,]

The broken strand of
Loose fragments sprawled across the
only layers that

[Actually Matter]