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Monday, June 8, 2015

My Heart A-Frayed

Look close -
you’ll see my heart a-frayed
(once woven together
so neatly, so tightly,
designs undamaged
innocence preserved)

strands ripped, cut,
used to exhaustion,
caught and snapped,
pulled and pulling
by chance and by choice
(not always mine)

the weave ever-changing
innocence gone

each loosening thread
leaves space

inviting
unknown and known
to twist in and through
add color, bring strength
nuance the weave

waiting,
a-frayed
scared and excited,
calm and trusting,
some love tears out
more love winds
into the fabric
committed

gently

strong strands of wisdom
entwine

the heart shows herself
not so neat, not so tight
but open

intricacies reveal themselves
as this heart interweaves with the world. 



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