My life on the Cutting Table

My life on the cutting table

I saw the lining,
My Once cautious dreams pressing, stretching, even tearing the seams of the pattern of fear and lies,
Was it all a disguise? Didn’t god hear my cries?

Was it substantial or merely sheer?
It seemed so sincere….
but it was just the confusion,
being pressed to the side…

…while my precious pride had chance to ride.

If I lay out the scraps, create a design..
Maybe things will turn out fine
The stitches will show but the pattern is new
Tattered and worn from all I’ve been through.
Copyright 2006 Monica Yocom