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Along A Thread

From spinning to product, an analogy

By Alexandra ZellerPublished 2 years ago 1 min read
Along A Thread
Photo by Nynne Schrøder on Unsplash

Wound so tightly, so close to snapping-

I scream for any reprieve.

More and more gets piled on until I'm drug across the spindle of life.

Eventually, I'm pulled free, the tension overwhelming.

But now I feel like I'm drowning. The heat, the moisture, I just want to relax.

I want to breathe.

Eventually I do, the tension, the heat, the dreary colors, they're gone.

Dripped, evaporated, no longer ossified by the weights.

I am one, I am continuous, and I am beauty.

Creativity to behold, a pattern to freehand, a final product in the making.

Even if I snap, fray, or bleach -

I can be joined, mended, and revitalized.

Even when I end, I can continue. I can unwind, rewind, and become something beautiful.

I am what I want to be.

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About the Creator

Alexandra Zeller

A young adult still trying to find her place in this world.

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