Pincushion

i use a pincushion for a pillow. 
i sew steel wool blankets. 
i press my hands to my eyes 
to see the stars that guide me through my 
anxiety. 
nights navigating the ceiling. 

there's no sense in 
traveling today in circles, 
so set your sights on me. 

it's hard to sleep 
with miles ahead 
bearing down on me, 
and someone so intent on loving me. 
who knows where my strength lies? 

you're so assured, 
with patient hands i can be lured. 

darling my eternal no turns yes for you.