threading through memories of your past weaving hopes and dreams on the loom of life in and out under the hanging overpass over a creaking bridge poised to collapse beneath me constantly testing me asking me the question embedded in my heart take the route of avoidance and back again echo patterns of yesterday trace back to the start follow through a silver thread I perfect my backwards walk Across the avenue As I make amends Picking up pieces of broken glass My collection of mistakes Trying untangling knots That canβt be untangled Longing for the day When string flows freely once again