Of tapestries
And patterns there
A quilt of me, called Life
Woven
Tightly bound
By golden threads
Waiting to be recognized
And with one shake
Released
The patterns serve no purpose now
Really just imagined
Bits of my experiences
Repeating now and then
Suddenly they stand out
As if it was always clear
I smooth out the wrinkles
And huddle tight, my dear
It wraps me now in comfort
Without the constraints called lies
I Heal all that’s within me
And gently close my eyes
1 comment:
My *goodness* you choose beautiful pictures!!! Just had to tell you that!
Great imagery, too. A quilt, covers and warms. Love the thread imagery too.
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