THE THREADS OF MY LIFE

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    THE THREADS OF MY LIFE


    A LIGHT GRAY THREAD IS WHAT STARTED OUT WITH ME.

    I HAD SO MUCH TROUBLE BEING ABLE TO BREATHE.

    AS I GOT OLDER THE GRAY THREAD TURNED TO WHITE.

    WITH THE HELP OF MY BIG SIS, WHO SHARED WITH ME HER INNER LIGHT.

    THEN A SHORT TIME LATER THE WHITE THREAD TURNED BLACK.

    LIKE HAVING YOUR HEAD COVERED WITH A THICK SACK.

    MY SIS AND DAD TURNED THE BLACK THREAD TO YELLOW

    LETTING ME BE ABLE TO REST IN PEACE WITH MY HEAD ON MY PILLOW.

    WHEN I THOUGHT I’D FOUND TRUE LOVE MY THREAD TURNED BRIGHT PINK

    I WAS SO YOUNG THAT I BELIEVED ALL THE LIES THAT HE’D THINK.

    ONE DAY I HAD THE MOST BEAUTIFUL BLONDE GIRL, WHO TURNED MY THREAD TO SPARKLING SILVER.

    AND MY LIFE AS AN ADULT BEGAN IN EARNEST, LIKE A GENTLE MOVING RIVER.

    THEN I FINALLY OPENED MY EYES, AND SAW MY THREAD WAS MUDDY BROWN.

    ALL THE GRIEF HE BROUGHT TO US LEFT ME WITH A BROODING FROWN.

    THEN I WENT TO THE WEST, AND MY THREAD BECAME A DARK BLUE

    BELIEVING ALL I HEARD, NOT DISCERNING WHAT WAS REALLY TRUE.

    THE DARK BLUE TURNED TO AQUA, WHEN A BABY BOY WAS BORN TO ME.

    I THOUGHT, NOW I CAN LIVE MY LIFE AND TRULY BE FREE.

    THEN ONE DAY I NOTICED MY AQUA THREAD HAD TURNED DARK GRAY.

    I LIFTED MY VOICE TO THE ANGELS, “PLEASE WON’T YOU HELP ME I PRAY?”

    MY THREAD BECAME ALTERNATED BETWEEN GRAY AND BLACK NOW.

    AND MY THOUGHTS BECAME MUDDY, I COULD NOT ESCAPE, I DID NOT KNOW HOW.

    THEN ANOTHER BABY BORN WAS BORN TO ME AND MY THREAD BECAME DARK RED.

    EVERY DAY I WOKE UP WONDERING WHAT WOULD HAPPEN TODAY WITH DREAD.

    MY THREAD BECAME DARK PURPLE WITH THE BIRTH OF MY TINY BABY GIRL

    EVERYTHING UPSIDE DOWN, MY LIFE IS CHAOS AND EVERYTHING IS JUST A WHIRL.

    THEN MY THREAD BECAME A THIN BLACK LINE AND I THOUGHT IT WOULD BREAK

    WHAT DO I DO, HOW DO I FIX THIS GRAVE TERRIBLE MISTAKE.

    THEN MY THREAD BECAME A TRANSPARENT, FRAGILE LINE WHEN I THOUGHT I KNEW.

    MY OWN DEATH WAS THE WAY TO FIX THIS, ALL I HAD LEFT I COULD DO.

    I HAD IT ALL PLANNED THAT GRAY WINTER DAY, MY THREAD BECAME LIGHT GOLD

    GOD HAD ANOTHER PLAN FOR ME, HE WOULD NOT LET ME PUT THIS LIFE ON HOLD.

    I CAME TO A STRANGE PLACE WITH SOMEONE WHO HAD CAUSED ME PAIN.

    COMING HERE MADE MY THREAD GREEN, AND I LEARNED A WAY I CAN GAIN.

    IN SCHOOL I WAS SO AFRAID MY THREAD WOULD START TO FADE,

    THEN I WOULD DO GOOD KNOWING I STILL HAD A LOT OF DEBT TO BE PAID.

    I’M STILL ALONE AND NOT SEEING WHAT OTHERS SEE WHEN LOOKING AT ME.

    WAITING FOR MY THREAD TO BE LIGHT PINK, THEN I WILL BE ALL I CAN BE.

    AT THAT TIME I KNOW THERE WILL BE A MAN BY MY SIDE WHO WILL LOVE ALL OF ME

    HE WILL SEE THE BEAUTY OF MY THREADS AND MY HEART, AND THEN I WILL FINALLY BE FREE.

    PLM

    12-06-08

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    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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