I've been working on a new dress;
My final quest for freedom,
Pulling each stitch with heavy hands.
Time,
Always against me.
I knew the design the day I was born,
But the intricate details,
The glimmers and the fancies,
Evolved through my life.
Now I see the plans, I understand,
And finally,
God gives me the grace to carry on;
To finish.
I pulled the needle all these years,
Through winters past and summers gone,
The thread ever changing, turning,
Laced with red from lovers past, and the white of death and grief.
Always stitching, always sewing.
Now, I pull the final stitch
My new dress is complete.
I place it on my body,
But wear it on my soul,
And as I cut the final thread,
I spread my wings and leave.
