Saturday, August 3, 2013


we are born into the world
still tied to the one we left behind
living can't begin till the cord is cut

leaving again maybe it is the Fates
waiting to shear that slender strand
or us just shuffling off this mortal coil

but there are threads that hold us
in life and death, and in between
we seek the ties that bind

weaving threads together
adding knots, endurance, assurance
yet even the strongest have fraying ends

threads break, knots come undone
but we keep weaving, creating 
flawed beauty, but beauty still

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