Estrangement

I run and I dance, around and behind, picking up the golden pieces that fall. Chunk of heart here, a bit of soul no mind, shedding your glory, constructing a wall. I follow, needle and thread in my care, trying to mend you to stop my dreading. You keep popping back open, quickly wear, like that old teddy bear you keep shredding. For I am just stitching crumbling coal. Daughter are you even mine to repair? My ship a vessel to nourish your soul. I feed you with love God gave me to wear. For I leave my spirit gaping with holes. I’m threading your heart and stabbing my soul.