Tangled threads of pain and sorrow
Wrap around my heart and soul.
Knots choke the breath of life,
Yet the struggle is not done.
Picking up pieces of my life,
Threads of who I am.
Putting them back into place
Weaving a new fabric.
I'm not who I was.
The old is woven with the new,
As I move along
Back and forth
Recapturing threads.
A new cloth is created.
From Mother earth, my voice within
Visions appear and
Move me on again.
A new day brings the light
Joy fills me up anew.
Now I see what I must do.
The colors blend
With pictures clear
And I begin
Again.
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