Throughout my life I have seen the
change of thread of my soul’s fabric.
I have felt the thread wrap tightly
like a woven cage until I adjusted.
As a child the colors were
in varieties of vibrancy.
The belief of a invisible
hand weaving it.
A grin in excitement of
it\'s beautiful magic.
As a young adult feeling the thread
unravel in the very moments
I lost my innocence.
The look of rage as I felt
the invisible hand wrap thread
the color of grief tightly around
me like a cage.
Then the fabric of grief slowly
becoming my cocoon of safety.
Now as a adult just like the past’s
changing of fabric I feel that moment again.
The unraveling of each strand of thread
with every newly realized truth.
There was no invisible hand… just mine.
The thread’s changing of color through
my own perception of myself.
This time I have chosen the colors of
Turquoise and Indigo.
The reflection of my new found
expression and perception.
As we speak I feel the thread
wrapping around my soul.
I feel my child like excitement
returning knowing this one will
be my favorite with its authenticity.
Knowing all along I was the magic
that created it.