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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