Colouring Threads

There is love lurking beneath this timid surface
This spangled heart throbs with confinement
It pounds against ribcage walls
Against the beat of my drum
She’s spent too long locked up as the good Samaritan
It’s time for her to be set
wild and free
To trust the good intentions of spontaneity
And the bounty of chance
Running like an animal
Across the painted landscape of potential
happiness
She bounds over barriers of trouble
And regret is but a trifle of nonexistent marks
Forgotten bruises that taught her lessons
To be stronger

People are like threads in the fabric of the universe
The fabric of our lives
Runs off the spool like an evolving tapestry
If there is but one single string existing
Then we are cold and monochromatic
– weave them together and you find
comfort in colours
Some are pulled apart
Others woven together, haphazardly crossing
Darting from the pattern
Trying to find their place in the weave
This seems not to mean anything
But means everything
To me

All these threads that were,
or are still wound with mine
Have shaped the outfit that I wear today
So proudly
They have changed the timing of my heartbeat
And thrust upon me the weight of choice
It is heavy
But not a burden
It is a gift
And one that I have no license
To forget