They say a stitch in time saves nine
But who knows that we are broken
When our smiles catch the light and we mesmerise with our stories of hope
And our lives unfold like a picture book
Full of Princes, Princesses and perfection
No poverty here, no lack of good cheer- no sleep deprived hell
Or whispers of madness.
They say a stitch in time saves nine
But who knows we are broken
When we give with compassion
And our public persona is playfully convivial,
Full of charismatic colourful conversation disguising the trivial.
No hidden hopelessness here, no silent solitude, no depth of despair
Or signals of worthlessness wounding within.
We march on.
We playfully tease.
We make small talk
With skillful ease.
We wish you had seen our innermost thoughts.
We wish you had been a true friend of sorts.
We wish you had held out your hand to take ours.
We wish you had noticed that whilst we spoke through flowers
We were broken, bereft, beyond all life’s care.
All we wanted was you to be there, to lift up our spirits
Make the sun shine,
And be the stitch in time that saves nine.
©Alison Jean Hankinson
I wrote this for a prompt earlier in the week at d”verse but missed the widget, so here it is for open link night. Love to you all. XXXXX Love for the lost. XXXX
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