Ellie belfiglio

When I hear this sound that awakens me, intimidating its way into my cloistered night, I write…




If there were silver strings,
So delicate to use;
And thin sewing needles,
Tender, so not bruise,
I gather every tear that falls,
From a crushed and broken heart.
I sew together tears into a quilt;
With tender, delicate, strong thread.

So it wouldn’t come apart.
I sew each teardrop with silver strings;
Meanwhile add a little throb.
When you go to bed each night,
You could hear my sob;
And when you cover yourself at night,
You’d be wrapped in my pain.
You would be smothered by this fear-
Of the heart- felt lonely rain.
But after touching all my teardrops,
You’d roll over to find me there.
Adding to this endless quilt,
Another tear, just another tear!! …


[ Ellie ]

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