Stitching anew

With the thread of hope I stitch up the broken pieces of my heart. The needle it pricks but with faith it stitch. Each new knot is nothing but fixing all the bitterness. Stitching back the old self and recovering into a new fold. Although looks the same but there're many more golden globes. With the buttons of trust into the loops of love. A perfect piece of warm jacket of heart. As the winter's arriving I pick up the knitting needles of self worth. Weaving myself a pullover of self esteem and self love. I create a few blankets to keep myself securely warm.

◄ Thread of hope

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Wed 9th Sep 2020 05:29

Thank you Paul!!🌷

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Paul Sayer

Tue 8th Sep 2020 12:23

What a wonderful tapestry you weave with your words Juniper

stay warm

Paul.

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