Strung together

I reel from the pain

Admit

I am no good

At quilting–

Torn pieces each

Cut

Pinned

Bound irrevocably together

The difficulty involved in 

Threading the needle

Running something through its

Eye/its heart

The wound is in every

Piercing uncertainty

All three parts broken

Filigreed into something new,

Miraculous

And oddly full of light

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