The little girl pulled on the thread

Wanting to see what would happen

Wanting to find what was behind

the neat little crochet patterns



It looked wonderful in her head

Another world all together

String in between her fingertips

And a soul as light as a feather



The little girl pulled on the thread

Excitedly anticipated

What new and spectacular shows,

Mystery and strange magic awaited



The wildflowers dance in the wild,' they'd said

Take in the places you've never been

Take in the stories with all your senses

And beautiful characters that you can't imagine



The little girl pulled on the thread

Every tug revealed another picture

Each break made the world unravel

The black and white turned into a mixture

Of grey



It looked wonderful in her head

Until it just became a mess

of dishonesty and selfishness



She was left lost in the different shades

In confusion and wistlessness

With dirt in her eyes and her pretty dress



The little girl pulled on the thread

The world in chaos, looked almost half dead

But the wildflowers danced in the wild, like they'd said

Out of brokenness comes beauty, she once read


It looked wonderful in her head