
He was not afraid of the walls around her heart.
Her defences were not to be conquered;
but gently dismantled.
One rock at a time.
Until the light shone into her darkest places,
and she could find her way out.
– Stepping Stones.
author | poet | thread artist
I am a storyteller and a poet.
I use words and thread, pencil and needle, paper and fabric.
my work is an ongoing conversation with myself.

He was not afraid of the walls around her heart.
Her defences were not to be conquered;
but gently dismantled.
One rock at a time.
Until the light shone into her darkest places,
and she could find her way out.
– Stepping Stones.
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