Stitching a heart

First you take a sharp needle made of memories

you must be careful so it has a point cutting both ways

for all the good moments that couldn't have lasted

for all your mistakes, or others's

then

strong threads of regrets

you will need a lot of those

in different sizes, all kinds of sizes

short , long, too short, too long

depending on your failures and the falls they followed

then you must break the armor around your heart

that shiny one, heavy with fears, and shattered hopes

that armor you have chosen years ago

after that, your heart stands naked

full of wounds, others light like purple bruises

others deep, still bleeding,

as if they almost have costed your life, 

once.... 

no anaesthetic, no painkiller

this work has to be done, soldier

the war is not over

You start from the deepest 

the one close to the centre

the one that bears marks of love, 

pain and desperation

you start the stitching

clumsy and inadequate

clearly not a work of art, 

but this is a time of war, 

and war doesn't wait for artistry

You stitch faster, this wound must close

no time to waste in silly stupid reveries

this is a time of war

soon you will have to face another blow

who knows how deep it will be

So, you go on stitching

After a while, you no longer feel the pain 

you no longer bleed that much

from the needle to the hole of your heart

pulling the thread , closing the gap

No time to feel anymore

It Is Accomplished... 


submitted to @dVersePoets Open Link Night~67