Broken pieces

I stitch together
these broken pieces of my heart
one solitary loop at a time
shattered shreds of happiness
into bundles of joy

I search behind the sofa for my soul
I fold together two single socks

I feel such a gratitude for the brokenness
for the gallons of tears and moments
of timeless despair
with the drip drop of the faucet

What did my wandering muse find in the dusty closet
waiting for the drapes to be thrown aside?
what haunting shade of amber
did the color of my longing turn?
a lifeless creature encased in hopeless pride

In gratitude I know no other words to say
but that broken pieces never really go away
gain richness in their seeking home
and in returning
bless me with the gift of song