I am more wool than bones most days, threads more than skin


    Tangled, frail, and ready to unravel with one tug.


    But I can''t unravel quite yet so I knit


    With trembling clumsy hands, I knit a sweater that hides my glitching heart and gloves that warm my ever-cold-seeking hands


    I make pants that hide the way my legs circle around and a hat to lower over my eyes and cover the overwhelming fear of being seen.


    I am wool more than bones


    And I have to knit all I am


    So that people don''t reach


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    That one frayed thread


    That is capable alone of ending my tries.


    I don''t let go of them


    And I don''t get close to people who can knit


    They can''t see the crossed lines and the failed tries


    They can''t see how I can''t ever make my threads into something worthwhile.


    But still once in a while, I creep closer with a weakness I name my heart''s


    To watch the steady gentle hands tug and link colourful lines


    Carefully, softly


    With worthy results.


    And I stop myself with everything I have


    From throwing myself at their hands


    And begging with hushed teary words


    To please


    Fix what I am.