Falling Apart at the seams.

Stretching

Tugging

Pulling

Ripping

Unraveling

Every thread,

Every stitch,

Every Fiber of my being.

Shredded,

Tattered,

Broken

My very soul exposed, aching, bare. 

Lying in a heaping pile of tears and helplessness and pain and fear.

Waiting to be made into something more beautiful.

I’m falling apart at the seams. 

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