A POCKET FULL.

Most of her life she felt like she was an
Apology a note sewed into her clothes
I’m a waste of space and valuable
Time . She’s an invisible thread with a
Needle in her head and how she wanted
To embroider her life with art to create
Embellishments of decorative designs
To layer and cover every stitch of raw
Disappointments from different perspectives A back cross stitch of lack of love and
Genuineness in her formative years .
She was sewn in between the placket
of insignificance and tolerance hidden
Buttons of a face and bright blue eyes
Who didn’t quite understand why ?.
And she wanted a pocket on her front
Full of colours pinks and yellows and
Aqua blues and the brightest reds to
Place a note scrawled in black ink
With I love you and and a additional
Foot note no apologies required slipped
In beside her hand waiting to be able
To hold another’s tight without one
amendment of atonement but just
The feel of skin anchored in mutual
Respect and understanding.