Here I am the the odd one out , sitting here lost and lonely my mouth in a pout. I am the stitch that from the needle fell, and flew off on my way down to hell.
Count the stitches one by one be careful now else you’ll count them all wrong.
Click click go the needles of strife knitting soft wool making up the pattern of life.
Knit one pearl one carry one over will this be a cardigan or a pullover? You cannot hold on to the cable when it is full of slip stitch , I am telling you now, you’ll not be able.
I am the stitch that life has dropped. Hopes and plans have all been stopped. It is futile to be angry the balloon has been popped.
I am the dropped stitch slipped from the needle fell through the hole lost my grip. Forgotten and forsaken a little lost soul.
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An old poem from 2011
willowdot21 
Aug 17, 2021 @ 15:21:19
A fantastic analogy Willow.
Aug 17, 2021 @ 16:02:48
Thank you Sadje 💜
Aug 17, 2021 @ 18:06:26
You’re welcome
Aug 17, 2021 @ 16:38:53
💜
Aug 17, 2021 @ 15:35:57
So sad!
Aug 17, 2021 @ 16:02:25
It is , but I wrote it not long after I broke my back the second time, so, I was scared and miserable 💜
Aug 17, 2021 @ 16:03:39
I’ll bet! I’m astonished it wasn’t more desperate!
Aug 17, 2021 @ 16:39:51
Some definitely were but I would not reblog them….you’d all run in the other direction 🥺💜
Aug 17, 2021 @ 17:26:48
You wrote them to get something out of your system. That’s often what poetry is all about 🙂
Aug 17, 2021 @ 17:31:29
Yes indeed I did, and it was a bad time. I was seeing a pain therapist at the time and she suggested I start writing my feelings out! I have not stopped yet 😜💜
Aug 17, 2021 @ 18:01:49
Good advice!
Aug 17, 2021 @ 20:27:48
It was indeed 💜
Aug 17, 2021 @ 15:44:56
Such soul in this verse, Sis 💜
Aug 17, 2021 @ 16:00:47
Thank you Sis, it’s from my early broken back days 💜
Aug 17, 2021 @ 16:01:00
💜🤗💜
Aug 17, 2021 @ 16:10:30
I think this is very good, Willow.
Aug 17, 2021 @ 16:38:37
Thank you Robbie it’s an old one 💜
Aug 17, 2021 @ 16:34:45
Good comparison, Willow. And I knit and know how hard it is to pick up that dropped stitch.
Aug 17, 2021 @ 16:37:35
Yes it is indeed hard. Thank you so much for reading Noelle 💜
Aug 17, 2021 @ 16:51:44
I feel like a dropped stitch indeed! I also miss knitting and crocheting, though I did drop stitches now and then. I really miss weaving, which was more rewarding and fun. Great poem, Willow! ❤
Aug 17, 2021 @ 16:56:15
Why have stopped something you obviously love so much, is it eyes or hands 💜💜
Aug 17, 2021 @ 17:04:30
I blame the cat.
Great story. I’ve never looked at dropped stitches like that. But then if I can’t tink back to the mistake, I frog the project. Imagine if we could do that in life! Frog and start over. Maybe a blanket?
Aug 17, 2021 @ 17:23:16
Oh! If only life could be fixed as easily as knitting 💜💜💜
Aug 17, 2021 @ 19:38:56
💜
Aug 17, 2021 @ 23:10:00
An oldy but goody
Aug 18, 2021 @ 06:13:24
Thank you 💜
Aug 18, 2021 @ 06:43:34
Lovely if sad..
Aug 18, 2021 @ 07:04:17
Thank you, it was from a very sad and scary time .
Aug 18, 2021 @ 07:23:44
Brilliantly done, Willow.
Aug 18, 2021 @ 08:24:30
Thank you Jean, written in difficult times 💜
Aug 18, 2021 @ 15:23:10
Yes, I saw that.
Aug 18, 2021 @ 15:25:19
Hugs 💜
Aug 18, 2021 @ 16:34:07
Oh, this is so sad and heartbreaking, Willow. I read you wrote it after breaking your back. Thank goodness for writing. It helps us to sort through our feelings, doesn’t it?
Aug 18, 2021 @ 17:15:21
Yes it really does and writing really helped me 💜
Aug 18, 2021 @ 17:15:52
Good. So happy to hear it. 🧡
I know it’s helped me with a few situations.
Aug 18, 2021 @ 17:17:36
Yes it is a great cure all isn’t it 💜
Aug 18, 2021 @ 17:54:05
Absolutely
Aug 18, 2021 @ 17:54:19
💜💜
Aug 18, 2021 @ 18:01:34
🧡🧡🧡
Aug 18, 2021 @ 21:02:15
I’ve always found a crochet hook the perfect thing to give those lost stitches a bit of a helping hand back up onto the needles. 🙂
Aug 18, 2021 @ 19:10:55
I shall keep that in mind
Aug 18, 2021 @ 19:24:28
🙂