Sewing Needle

Who knew a sewing needle could tear my life apart?

An object meant to strengthen,

To unify.

I used it to destroy my skin.

Skin that was carefully knit together by my creator.

Its tip dug restlessly,

Tearing me apart.

All the while I’d hoped it would put together, my heart its eye was my comfort.

It saw my pain,

It cried my blood.

Torn by my pain,

I clung to the sewing needle.—

It stands for unification and strength.

How silly of me to think it could mend

The very thing inside of me

That had been torn apart—

Though its pain brought me comfort,

It was only temporary.

Its eye saw my pain, yet never helped.

Its eye cried my blood, yet never had compassion.

The Lord saw my pain, and stepped in to rescue me

The Lord bottled my tears and blood,

For His heart ached too.

In my pain, he calls to me.

When in despair, I must make a choice.

Listen to the truth, or

Feed the lies.

– Julia Grace