Pale Pink Thread Poem by Janet Budd

nestled darkly
my fingers in the corner of the drawer
find a case of sleeping needles
draw it out lightly
soft pages yield as i touch
reveal twisted tails of pale pink thread
gasp silently
picture wisps of woven dreams
my pierced heart misses a beat
remembering
shining ballet shoes upon my feet
satin ribbon wrapped splendidly
bright tapestry
cross stitch girl in mirrored pose
poised in glass framed arabesque shimmers
refracts deliciously
each little pain perfection commands
pricks playfully a heart that beats to dance.
nestled darkly
my fingers in the corner of the drawer
find a sleeping bleeding me
drawn tightly
soft pages conceal so much
twisted tales lost threads never sewn.
gasp silently
weep for wisps of broken dreams
my pierced heart misses a beat
remembering
pink ballet shoes upon my feet
shining ribbon wrapped gloriously.
bright tapestry
cross stitched girl in mirror poised
pirouette posed in glass shattered
reflects painfully
every memory shard perfection demands
plays cruelly a heart that beats to dance.