Mending

A wise woman once made
a delicate needle of the sharpest kind
of tempered gold looped with a crimsom silken strand
to pierce
and thread
and tug together
the ripped shreds of the heart:
gashes of abused trust
and false words
and exploited affection
and searing misunderstanding.
So I traveled far and wide - searching
for her darkened cabin beside a hidden wood -
and hesitated under lengethened moonbeams
to cross the mossy threshold and undergo
the meticulous reconstruction of my ravished heart:
which a wise woman once remade.