Poetry

Sometimes the characters in my head want to write poems. Sometimes I let them.

This one came from Jill. Alex helped to stitch up her arm and it made her wish it was that simple to help him with what he was going through.

Wishful stitches

A tiny needle, a tiny thread

A pull I hardly feel

You tie the knots and close a wound

And I begin to heal

If only I could fix your fear

And stitch your grief away

If only I possessed the skill

To heal your heart today

-Jill