Feeling the stains of past regrets
Her fingers deftly move
The memories of despair aside
As the silken filaments of hope
Always there is hope, no matter
how deep the wound.
Willing to make the darning
That will not restore the old
But will create a new, stronger net
To catch the dreams
That float towards the light
Seeking to become
Children of the web, she weaves,
Eternal and everlasting.