Frayed and Torn

Frayed and torn

Ripped and worn

Hanging by a thread

I should mend

but will pretend

things are fine instead

flayed and shattered

stripped and battered

begs that I attend

If I ignore

Days will implore

My soul I do Condemn.

Fits and curses

Wool that’s worsted

Wound up in a ball

My brows I knit

With angst I spit

As knots my work, confound.

Spun and tossed

Stitches crossed

Pins that do a prickin’

If there is fear

I persevere

‘Cause time it is a tickin’