Tiny Little Seams

the forgotten corners of your feet. those little calloused ridges. where the bottom of your pinkie toes rise abruptly, sharply, forming distinct lines that run the length of your baby digits.

That's where they sewed you up on your first day. oh no, not the doctor. not the day you were born. but the Maker. before you were even a possibility in the minds of man he sat forming you. casually, with one eye closed to help focus his perspective. his pipe puffing perfect little circles into that brisk autumn air.

a little courage, a bit of cowardice. some faith, some fate. happiness and sorrow. family and friends. truth and lies. and everything else that has filled all the moments of your life, all the way through to the end, before it even began.

and stitch by stitch you were sealed, your soul filling every ounce, personality resonating. waiting for the day where you opened your eyes to see, your ears to hear, your mouth to speak miracles back into the world that made you.

that day when you were finally finished, perfect in your imperfections, the skin melded. you were taken away to be a form, every inch of who you were meant to be, all the way down to those barely noticeable creases on the edges of your feet.