Seamstress Distress Dress Poem by Mellisa Salazar

the distance is only

a stretch I’ve made

the elastic was pulled so tight

it snapped

I’m racing back to tie every cord

and blend the lines, try and mend

what if i have ruined it

a tattered piece of something

that was once great

but now just a scrap

how dare I believe

I can tear a gaping hole between

A wholer piece, a better thing

being ashamed of the colors and strings

that are the very expression of what it all means

I can’t pretend I did not break it

not loving each stitch and frayed end

and pattern because it’s not the latest fashion

But when you tear yourself apart

you learn there is no ruined art

just a pile of new pieces

a brand new start