The Ambition of Stitchery

It is no border, nor a silent path,
the stitchery does not merely divide.
It is thread’s fervor, a resolute whisper
that knows how to unite two disparate worlds.
From clever shears the cut has challenged,
and the frayed edge, rebellious and raw,
with tenacious promise has restrained,
joining fabrics, a silent and solid shield.

It holds the daring thrill of one who knows their place,
the will to weave what was broken.
Beneath the needle that dances, without rest,
it invents a design, an interrupted bond.
It seeks no applause, nor a cry of glory,
but only the fullness of a new existence,
where the whole is greater than the story
of two fragments that life tests.

And remains, a vigilant guard, silent border,
faithful witness to unexpected forms.
It unites the inside with the outside without end,
creating garments, sails, endless stitches.
Its strength is a subdued song, invisible,
but without it the world unravels,
a stitched pact, a connected destiny,
the true poetry that unites and embraces.