A tapestry of vivid colours intricately woven over time,
hung proudly now, mounted for all to appreciate.
No longer stowed away for fear of its imperfections,
that which she viewed finally soothed her aching heart.
Frayed threads hung loosely, the edges somewhat worn,
a few places patched, unnoticeable to most,
yet she could clearly identify each and every one.
Recalling the laborious hours and years it had taken,
the blood sweat and tears now lay delicately within its fabric.
The image loomed together was that of a fortress,
where fears, hopes, dreams had once been secured.
The doors had always been portrayed closed, sealed with enormous bolts.
Her new work she now admired, the additions to this piece,
featuring open doors which swung wide
and a myriad of people now collected in the welcoming hall,
having previously only sewn a select few into the distant landscape.