Like a loose thread on my favorite sweater,
I couldn’t resist pulling.
My heart pounded as I held the stitching in my hand
But knowing it could unravel all around me
I grabbed the sheers
That found their way into my right side pocket
Used too often
Sharpened by cutting grief
And clipped the string
Saving my words for another day.
Aug 12, 2019
Aug 12, 2019 at 1:29 PM UTC
Like a loose thread on my favorite sweater,
I couldn’t resist pulling.
My heart pounded as I held the stitching in my hand
But knowing it could unravel all around me
I grabbed the sheers
That found their way into my right side pocket
Used too often
Sharpened by cutting grief
And clipped the string
Saving my words for another day.