The Silent Stich

A delicate needle of bone and of grace
She pierces the leaf in a quiet embrace
And gathers the silk that the spider has spun
To pull through the green where the teardrops were shed
And tailor a home where her heart can be fed
​We curl in the dark when our spirits are torn
Too frightened to fight with the weight of our grief
Forgetting the soul was created to mourn
That beauty is shaped when the fabric is worn
And strength is reborn in the light of the morn
​Why drown in the silence? so helpless and deep
When even the smallest of creatures takes stand? 
The power to heal through the coldest of storm
Will guide every step till the shadows depart
And crown us victorious, whole in the heart
So why do we fear to awaken our part?

— Brésis