Bright-eyed young girl, Curious and crafty, Let’s start a project and learn to crochet. Tiring quickly, She abandoned the lesson. She couldn’t see past the first stitch- Obsessed with chains, with growing taller, The neverending line of connection So easily unfurled. Chains, chains, chains. Chains everywhere and every day. Quickly and carefully created by this crafty girl And unraveled even faster, The impermanence of childhood Displayed through her repetitive ritual. She lost interest as quickly As any other once-inspired child, And many years without crocheted chains passed Before a spark of inspiration woke her from her daze. Timid hands picked up threadbare yarn, dusted with age. Fingers moved as if possessed, Creating chains came so easily And her inner child was elated by the familiarity Of her once daily routine. The desire to unwind, to unfurl Pulled so strong within her, But the necessity To create, to give life, to build something that matters Overcame all else. She kept making chains. She made chains and then kept working. She kept building on the foundation To create something strong Something useful Something beautiful for herself. For herself, she kept creating.
Tag: Hobbies
Untold Stories
Papers-
Papers everywhere-
Thoughts unfinished
Questions unanswered
Stories told
Or not.
I’ve spun so many tales
Shared so many lives
With myself
In the confines of my own haven.
But these words
Stories
Papers-
Papers everywhere-
Mean nothing
If these stories go untold.
On My Mind
Midnight thoughts
Intrude on seductive sleep
And push it away,
Pulling my mind
Into a late night tango
Of past moments and parallels.
This exhausting dance,
My body moving to the tempo,
Keeps moving to the music
Until my legs can’t keep up.
These thoughts,
These nights,
These unforgettable moments
Make for mental messes
To be ignored- an insomniac’s gift-
Until the next late night
Where my mind won’t stop dancing
To the beats of the past.
Finding Myself
Exhausted with potential interests
I bury myself deep
Layers upon layers of comfort
Holding me back from exploring.
A fire burns within me
But my cold emotions seek solace.
Envy’s seeds are planted within,
A hint that spring is coming.
How do I plant seeds of hope instead?
I want to change along with the seasons
But what can I do
To break free from old habits
To explore new possibilities
And to find myself whole?