"Tangled Thread"
I walk along your tangled thread
I'm weaving--
plucking and pulling on every knot
never stopping, never leaving
that cotton wire that ebbs and flows
like a river--
rushing and flooding down, turning
its soft waves which make me quiver
I try to go back to a time
when you weren't dead--
yet I'm still stuck here
working on your tangled thread
I walk along the shattered pieces of your life
my bare feet bleeding,
cut by your holy knife
and suddenly I find myself needing
one more minute by your side
wishing I could see you again
wishing you hadn't lied
yet still wondering how you've been.
YOU ARE READING
A Heart with Empty Pages
PoetryThe poems I write to help me deal with life =] ****Trigger warning: Some of this poetry addresses themes surrounding depression, self-harm, suicide, eating disorders, and sexual assault.
