Needle and Thread Cage

Others make fabric and pretty patterns,
But I keep my mouth sewn shut.
 
Often I have nightmares of waking up,
To find my mouth still sewn shut.
 
But then I wake to find I'm fine,
My mouth no longer sewn shut.
 
I'd love to spread the good news to loved ones,
But then anxiety sews my mouth shut.
 
Never having friends after them finding
That my mouth is sewn shut.
 
Little each day the thread grows weaker,
Yet my mouth is still sewn shut?!
 
Maybe one day I'll see a shooting star,
And wish my mouth not to be sewn shut.
 
Maybe one day my pain will be felt,
For I can't ask with my mouth sewn shut.
 
Hopefully I'll grow to the love the pain,
And always keep my mouth sewn shut.
 
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