The Ties That Bind

Picture prompt:


Stitched up like some unwanted hole,
amalgamation of pain and
everything forgotten--
velveteen dream,
we all grow up eventually,
and your dewdrop tears can't change that.
Miscarried hopes
pressed between your shoulder blades
held in place
by threads of doubt--
is that the weight of the future
on your tiny back?
Too small for such a burden,
not strong enough;
you mirror us all.
Manufactured monster,
poor sutured babes, at least you know
you'll always have each other.