Threads of good intentions

Created to be
a perfect me,
but i’ve been bruised,
cut and wounded
from my fall..

living this life
i try to get by,
though i don’t know how
to kill the pain
of it all..

my eye tries to cry
as my heart beats an ache
and through all i try,
the wound and the pain
just lingers on..

i know i am flawed
as you point towards me,
and see all my wounds
but these words of yours
could never rescue me..

you may mean well
but what can i tell,
as i sew up my flaws
with my last threads of
good intentions..

these threads may look strong
but don’t ease my pain,
you see, the path to heaven
can never been woven from
threads of good intentions

For only grace can
unstitch the wounds
and release the pain
hidden deep within
this web of threads..