unable to sleep,
mind beholden to a search for answers
never intending to be found,
hands busy with
fluid motion.
an effort to ease the rushing tide of thoughts,
despite the cosmic force compelling them.
i fed a loom the grays of my hair,
spindling course, frizzled silver as
offering.
i wombed memory here –
a warp of time to ground, a weft of suffering to fill –
until it birthed meaning.
the years of my life spent with
cortisol coursing through veins,
fear propelling feet,
uncertainty informing decisions
lay the foundation for this mythology.
a bedtime story
to shift the focus and ease the ruminations.
time and suffering
beget meaning.
time and suffering
beget meaning.
the mantra of my nightly weaving.
About the Creator
kp
I am a non-binary, trans-masc writer. I work to dismantle internalized structures of oppression, such as the gender binary, class, and race. My writing is personal but anecdotally points to a larger political picture of systemic injustice.
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