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STITCH

  



Stitch this wounded heart that bleeds,

Craving for love as it beats.


Stitch it with care and love,

For it may tear never to love.


Stitch me with thy gentle touch,

Knit me with wool of your sweet curdles.


Pierce me with needles of kisses 😘 and tightly enclasp.

Give me solace and hope forever to embrace.


Stitch this soul that wants to live 

In a world free of nefarious deeds,

Shine the lights on the darkest path.


Stitch our wounds and caress it with balm of bond,

Healing the broken love that once bind.


Stitch me with your needle of care,

Piercing my wounded soul to make it whole.

Thou it may hurt but knit me in love that I may live.


Stitch my broken heart with words of truth, 

It heals than it hurts and better than the lies.


Stitch me that I may rest in thy bosom,

Tenderly I rest forever to blossom.


Stitch me of excruciating pains of my past,

And heal me of anguish memories in the past.


Stitch our society of lack of love,

Igniting in them the need to love.


Stitch us  with threads of unity, love and solidarity,

setting us on the right course of magnanimity.


Stitch our families of hatred that has strucked us apart, 

Mending each heart with light to unite.


Stitch our nation, purging it of evil that swallowed our lives.

Stitch our leaders of their evil hearts, aborting their devilish minds before our eyes.


Zigzags runs the threads in my wounds but knit me that I may be heal.

Please 🙏🏽 Stitch me for I want to be whole.


Patrick Ekong 

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