Where Silk Binds to Rib

Stones are blind

but every bruise

formed from

sharp edges

holds a prayer

of freedom.

I walk so you can stand.

I cry so you can smile.

Look for me in the lotus

where silk binds to rib,

in thread where the butterfly

guides you to wings.

©Susie Clevenger 2018

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