When the individual strands of action and speech collide,
It starts to weave the rules of trust that we abide by.
Each strand, each thread, a colour or detail in design,
Flowing over one and other it's unique to its kind.
The strings do not fray, they don't burn without smoke,
And the colours will fade when threads are revoked.
Trust is a word spoken, and actions are what show,
So when they align it makes the canvas whole.
With all this work for a masterpiece of bonds,
Of carefully placed ideas and threads intertwined.
Don't light a match and set the pieces aflame.
All blades can hurt if used the right way.
Guard these treasured threads of connections,
For hurt runs deep in the vein of betrayal.
YOU ARE READING
Windblown
Poetry"Where the birds take flight, and freedom sings..." 🌸 Thank you to @Letterbyowl for the lovely cover!
