Threads of Stitch Poem

Long ago a time where those did not talk, silence was survival. Protesting their truth by wearing it, not on sleeves but in threads woven declarations too bold to be quiet. You hear them every time they walk.  As if you could hear their expression by simply looking at it. Their expression laid in their perception. These were the first expressions as the sweater is their descendent. It doesn’t hide. It frees. Every stitch spoke their story. Speak yours…

Every stitch, every white line channeling your energy. Empowered by your expression rooting from your story. Symbolizing your heart in ways we hear without our mouths. But expression of who we are and who we are becoming. You didn’t find the sweater, the sweater found you.