unraveling

she comes undone
the knots in her knurled soul
slipping and sliding
against
an amorphous mass
with no safe place,
no safe place

loosening

she curls inward
holding a tattered, comfort bear
and old sweater from the dog
whose woven memory
reminds
even shabby, frayed yarn
can always be reknitted

mending

she tries to sew
herself back up
searching
for the right string
to patch her torn quilt
wishing
against the darkness
human hearts could be
repaired so easy