Needle & Thread


The magnificent blanket, 
delicately draped upon the shoulders of the girl, 
with the long brown hair and broken insides. 

It is threaded with compassionate comfort, 
carefully woven together with relief.

As she sits within the silence, 
wrapping her in warmth,  
it allows her a moment to rest. 

Offering an opportunity of recovery, 
reformation and revival. 

I am not the blanket, but I was that girl once.  
And now I can only hope to be the spool, 
and the needle which threaded it together.