the written paradigm [a collection of poetry]

day 18

thread

i pick at the black thread and simply think.

correction: i overthink...everything, really.

i think about the strange lady and her words.

i think about the fraying fabric and how i

relate to the once thick, black shirt most days.

not because i am tough and have thick skin,

but because i was once that way. i have grown.

i have changed. i am not strong or careful.

not anymore, but i'd like to think i used to be.