Written by Laura Berry

How can something so tangible fall apart?

What binds the physical together?

Molecules held suspended by magic..

Is it love?

Then unravel my heart at the seams

And pour forth my pain and loss

Let me empty so that i feel no more

I grasp the shadow of what was

But is no longer

The finely woven cloth turns to fibres in my hands

The dust slips through my fingers

And disperses on the wind

Yet my love remains strong

My memories not gone

Remaining real yet ethereal

I cannot touch, just feel

An unfinished tapestry hangs in my soul

The needle lost

A half written book closed and shelved

The story wasn´t finished…

or was it?

The unravelled changes the direction of my feet

Not an end a turning

Though it doesn´t stop the yearning

Maybe in time

I find a new needle and start to sew again

Right now i am unravelled

Text © Laura Berry

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