She was stitching up the contents of her heart
Carefully laying them down before the machine
Remembering when the threads got pulled out
Tracing over the lines of the ripped seams
And tattered fabric
She choose her favorite color to patch things up
And she continued, even when the needle went through her finger
She didn't understand how the machine worked
Or really what she was doing
All she knew was that with each step onto the peddle
The machine hummed
Her heart felt lighter
And she was sewing herself back together