Friday, February 11, 2011

threadbare but holding

they're threads
strands of color and texture in and out of my life

its a loose weave
the air passes through
but a weave none the less
in my deepest grief and despairing
moments pulling at me to disappear
i try
i try to picture this fabric
gold and teal
some threads of red and deep warm browns
flimsy the light shines through might not keep me warm but if i pay close attention it wraps me up
wraps me tight
connects me
to the other hearts beating
wrapping themselves in threads of memory
cloth of desire

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