Inspired by a Poem

Painting by Sylvia Fuller

Fragmented Woman

  Poem By: Denise Polk Gill

There she sits before me, I see she is all in pieces

There is no smile on her face, just tattered creases

Each fragment of her body, touches the cold earth

Will she ever be whole again and experience rebirth?

I wonder if she notices, or is she fast asleep?

She's in the company of bad men and sees what they will reap

Her only healing power comes from deep within

She must reach inside her soul where new life can begin.

Her long golden hair is all theat goes untouched

So she reaches up with her withered hand

And pulls a strand

And threads it through the needle.

Each stitch is painful, though guided by recent seams

As if she hasn't paid the price, for unrealized dreams

But, healing through he pain will strengthen each thread

So gather your fragments my pretty one, and bring them

Back from the dead.

Oh you whole beautiful woman, sitting in your place

It's nice to see you back together, with a smile upon your face.