Threads

Originally written on June 7, 2013.

i feel them
they’re there
wrapped around my wrists

my feet
and my neck

tightly tugging

pulling

straining

at my every effort

to flee

to escape

but i can’t

I’m free to do

as i please

within limits

the limits of the weaving

of the tapestry

of my life

every strand

this day

that day

weeks

months

years

decades

seconds

NOW

each thread of time

woven

knitting one

purling two

or three or four or

it never stops

never ends

until it ends

that ashes to ashes

dust to dust moment

i want to run away

cut the threads

free myself

from it all

but i stand silent

in the wind of life

gazing down at my wrists

at my body

threads leaving my cells

trailing off into the distance

i see them flying

buffeted

by the winds of time

into my tapestry of life

seconds into minutes

into hours

then days

weeks

years

decades

now

STOP

i look off into it

that trail of time

brilliant colors of love

lovely tones of laughter

muddled shadows of pain

crisp edges of anguish

all of it

each and every second

woven, stitched and darned

held together with passion

an inability to give up

the knife I had

was long since dropped

it’s all me here

all me there

there is no running

no hiding

i raise up my hands

see the trail of threads

that trail of time

no restriction

no holding back

i have to finish my tapestry

like the silkworm

weaving

my life

from the threads

of time

(Originally written on June 7, 2013.)