Strands
Jun. 26, 2024 • By Jason Elhilow
DescriptionA poem of endless threads.
MessageLines and lives.
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Stranded between safety, and solace.
Woven. Broken.Trying to hold on to the threads of us.Sewing until there’s not even a seam.Stitching the holes we rip.
Into. Each. Other.
My tears: the needle.My scream: the yarn.Your words: the hand.Your face: the color.
Our souls: a tapestry.
Every fiber of my mindBegs to hold on.Dreams of what could.Knows what went through this vein.
Please.
Your gentle touch is a gentle mend.And my look was a silent vow.But we're... entwined in errors... crossed in care.Sutured strands.
Let this not be the end of the rope.
Woven. Broken.Trying to hold on to the threads of us.Sewing until there’s not even a seam.Stitching the holes we rip.
Into. Each. Other.
My tears: the needle.My scream: the yarn.Your words: the hand.Your face: the color.
Our souls: a tapestry.
Every fiber of my mindBegs to hold on.Dreams of what could.Knows what went through this vein.
Please.
Your gentle touch is a gentle mend.And my look was a silent vow.But we're... entwined in errors... crossed in care.Sutured strands.
Let this not be the end of the rope.
