I am my own

There was a woman 

who saw the world

as unprotected, 

she

sensed people’s pain,

and gifted them 

the quiet place 

they deserved.

She understood 

some hearts 

need space, 

so, she would 

be, 

stitching a length of days,

watching silent moments 

pass. 

She let 

the breezes drift; 

let

the sunshine warm, 

and let 

the rain cleanse 

only 

what was ready 

to be washed away.

Stitching a length of days,

watching silent moments 

pass; 

she would stitch a world, 

a quiet place, 

a space for hearts to be.