Woke from a dream about love and heresy.
Ran for my life as if I could not see.
Stumbled down but saved my skin.
Lost a mind due to an old chagrin.
Stitch the fray.
Pondered while out on a star unknown.
All around I considered my new home.
Setting figures out in my head.
Constructed what I always wanted.
Stitch this fray.
Released now from these petty ills.
Dancing all night now I don’t need these pills.
Life is great and all mine.
No more fighting just to survive.
Stitch that fray.
Pieces fall into place as if they were always meant for this.
I close my eyes and smell pure bliss.
Breathing deep I know all’s right.
Feeling getting stronger with every passing night.
Stitch a fray.
All for me.
Pleased to see.
I am free.
Stitch.
Fray.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 