Along A Thread
From spinning to product, an analogy
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.
About the Creator
Alexandra Zeller
A young adult still trying to find her place in this world.
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