Flaws and Holes

I wasn't sewn right when i was made, 

Holes in my fabric of being 

Dampness soaks through me 

The threads, loosen as i crumble in the wash of life

Stitch by stitch sewn so fast in the machine of unborn life

Crumpled at one end and coming undone at the other end. 

Why must this be? The way i fall on the floor

thrown to the wind, the trees of hate grab hold 

Yanking me each and every way, til i break loose 

holding myself together, 

blowing around in the weightlessness of life

Torn holes in my weak fabric 

Forgive me for my flaws and weakness of being. 

Never laid upon the shelf right

always one end stuck up out of sight. 

Take my flawed body of ripped and torn fabric

dig away the old stitching, 

sewing it back together with love and care

Patch my wholes and make me new and whole again. 

Look at me with awe as the piece of flawlessness work 

I can live now, placed on some one with love and care.

Reviews

[Rory CJ Frankson]

***********************************************************All Stars **********************************

There is conveyed a strong emotive strength in this piece, and its dynamic allegory with its representation of an abstract or spiritual meaning, running through its length. "Patch my wholes and make me new and whole again." your play on words here, made me smile. It shows me how your writing is continually maturing Shantelle. In deed, this 'whole' write refelects this! How you carried through with the subject matter with thoughtful word choice, to match the intensity of its flavour. As yes, I could almost taste its frustrated edges... in a very complete way.

********************************************************* Great Work *******************************

Write On / Right On! Peace, Romon in Review. ;)

[Dream Weaver]

I won't touch on the grammatical misspellings because we all are flawed in one way or another. It takes courage to admit ones flaws..That's why this write is
so poignant...well done....

[Crowley]

The remaking of ones self is one of the greatest gifts that life can offer. The ability to become whole again whether through the hand of another or care for ourselves. Most of us have a creative side, why not use it to create ourselves or give ourselves over to creation from another as long as we don't lose our identity. Sometimes though, our character depends on those flaws and holes, some repairs are best left undone, helps us remember. Nice work.

[Stef Outsiders]

You've expressed this poem well and many can relate, even me. But i don't think anyone can patch my wholes and make me new, whole again. A patch will never be sown properly.
Brilliant work!

[HopelesslyDevoted]

i have felt like this a lot lately, you put the subject into words so perfectly.
i love how this ends, its almost like wishing for a completion to an imperfectly life. i can relate to this too.

[Kelley]

Everyone gets to feeling this way from time to time I think.
I did like your poem . It was very expressibly .

Thanks for sharing.

Kelley

[Larry Dyson]

love this one.. the comparison of one to what could be but isn't ..what was not to be from birth...but is repaired and strengthened with new stitches...from a Sir?

[Nobody.]

great images and metaphor. well done.
cheers!

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Love the imagery you woved into this well written poem! This I do believe is my favorite you've written!

[KAREN]

This is a beautiful poem! Love how you used sewing to bring about a life being put back to together! Brillant!