
A stitch in time saves nine
But, how do I know those stitches are mine?
I'm a liar! I knew those stitches were mine
It was once one stitch, Overtime became nine
I knew all the bumps on that road
Still, I travelled that way as a foolish toad
The first injury told me to change my way
Slap me, 'cause I ignored the injury that day
God tried to cause me no pain at all
I ignored God, as if I wished to wait for the fall!
I also felt the second rash, I had all the light
I didn't stop to treat it, there's nothing to fight
When I spiked myself for the fifth time
I felt, on my injury, someone was squeezing lime
For a moment, I thought to change my route
"But you have come so far", screamed my boot
I continued to walk on the path that ached
My injuries became stiff as if something baked
Finally, when it was time for the ninth scratch
I teared apart into pieces I couldn't catch
Broken me tried to mend myself; all those stitches
It was time when I remembered my first stitch in glitches
I wish I could stitch my first itch in time
It hurts to stitch all these scratches; all nine
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A/N:
Hi everyone! I'm glad I'm back(at least for now). Life's kind of rough. I guess that's what happens when you turn 18. I don't know but I'm not excited for growing up anymore. But, whatever it is... I know good days are waiting somewhere out there. And I know, losing hope ain't an option. How have you all been doing?
About the Creator
Maryam Batool
Turned 18!
I'm a storyteller who loves poems, fiction, and romance. Creativity is my constant companion. I take joy in turning thoughts into worlds. Writing is my way of exploring life and connecting with others
Life's HARD, trust me! I'm already a little tired. But, I gotta live anyway!
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Comments (4)
Maryam, so glad to see you back but with this intense poem is kinda sad.π₯Ί I could literally feel that stingβthatβs painfully relatable. I swear half of adulthood is realizing you ignored the tiny warning signs your brain gave you months ago but don't give up cause we grow and we learn. β€οΈ Just keep trusting Allah, He will definitely guide you and lead you to the safest place. Hugs.
She is back !!!!! Hey there, I often wonder where you went. You cannot give up, that is not an option. Good or bad, you have to soldier on. At the tender age of 18, you hopefully have a wonderful life ahead of you. Take care. ππ
Itβs great to see you back! I hope things get better for you. I know life can throw us far too many curveballs sometimes.
Heyyy, so happy to see that you're back. Despite the itches, stitches, and glitches. Hehehehe. Hope you'll be around and write more. Loved your poem!