Her life was in pieces,
A torn piece of cloth,
Like a ragged dress,
Half eaten my moths,
Sitting in a wardrobe,
Just to be disposed,
With each day,
It only gets worse,
So what she did,
Is get a needle and thread,
And started to sew,
It all together again,
The patched up the holes,
Sewn together the tears,
She finished the dress,
And walked up the stairs,
She crept into the bedroom,
Tried on her design,
It may not be perfect,
But beautiful and divine.
How did you like this story?
Your feedback helps liberty understand what's working
@liberty
I'm 15 year old girl in south west London, love to read and love to write, however not at writing non-fiction. I love art too and I follow people back :) #projecthumanity
Similar Stories
Healing
Feel that racing heart of yours, Beat steady like a humming bird, Your wings of blood, unfurling, And your secrets, whispered in a word.
94 words
Forgiveness
If you look inside of your heart,. you can find forgiveness or at least the start. And from that place where you can forgive. is where Hope, and Love, also thrive and live.
137 words
Want to join the conversation? Sign in to leave a comment.