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The Fabric of Our Lives

I’ve wandered about aimlessly, a quest for an end

Of a stronger silk thread and a needle to mend.

Or perhaps a ball of yarn and a strong safety pin.

We’ve counted each string, so long and so thin.

We begin to unravel the fabric of our lives

With trembling fingers and incredibly sharp knives.

A thread at a time, imagining we’re free.

There’s pulling or cutting; one--- two--- three.

We feel helpless and hopeless; past the point of return.

We can become desperate, might it be quicker to burn?

Guilt and anger; and hope and despair;

All threads that we know, all threads worn so bare.

A thread for a birth; a thread for a loss.

Tears come for both;  they’re both a coin toss.

A thread for the future, a thread for the past;

One must dissolve, but the other must last.

A thread for the laughter, a thread for the pain;

Can we salvage a fiber; there’s so much to gain.

When we get to the end, will we be full of regret?

There’s no way to not be; we must never forget?

A thread for our hopes, a thread for our dreams,

As we pull at each one, how fragile they seem.

It’s their weaving together that gives them their strength,

Alone they are nothing; just a fiber with color, and texture and length.

We have to make certain theirs are rewoven; and then,

We’ll work to strengthen our own, to begin all again.

Though time may be short, we promise to sew;

The fabric of our lives can begin anew, and begin to re-grow.