Hurting – healing
Mending is a time
I must withdraw
and mend
the broken down
pieces of my insides.
A time of mending
quiet
do not disturb.
People scare and hurt
me now except for one
who reminds me of my dog.
I’m scared of highways
and airplanes
and people’s problems.

I need to knit quietly
the frayed pieces of my insides
I need my physical surroundings
to be neat
because pain is not neat,
I cannot give now
for I am dry
I have no fuel
just hurt and pain
and the need to be seen.
I am like an old grey-haired lady
in front of a fireplace knitting her insides
together.