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.

  Thanks~