Stitched Up

I woke in a room where silence stitched the seams,

bright lights hovered like unwelcome dreams.

The glossy bandage gleamed against my skin,

whispers of fragility layered within.

Threads pulling taut where skin once flowed,

an ache reminding me how far I've strode.

Each tug of the fabric, a lesson in care,

sewing up remnants of bravery laid bare.

Sutures of worry, they weave through my mind,

as I sit with the pain, no comfort to find.

Behind the clinic walls, my thoughts grow dim,

as I ponder the moments when courage grew slim.