Fraying

Thu, 10/12/2017 - 00:33 -- MaryOs

The claws of the creature

that once tore into the tapestry

of my mind are dulled

 

The unraveling has ceased 

but not without

leaving behind wide

fraying gaps

 

Weaving together

the short and gray fibers

seems an impossible task

 

But I can imagine 

a brighter and

clearer continuity

in the future

 

So now I twist the ends

waiting for them to be replaced

further along

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