Threads
My Darling, I,m sorry, I,ve held you too closely
Our love has been bound in threads of control
I cling to my threads weaved intricately
Desperately grasping to keep me whole
Fear is my navigator, guiding me from my soul
Fear beckons to pull you in while chasing me away
I anxiously struggle to free my grip in hopes you will stay
Our life together deceased; I,ve sadly shattered our dreams
Fear has led to our demise; my thread,s beginning to fray
The threads which scarcely bind us, pulling apart at the seams
I know my threads have cut you much deeper than a knife
Each thread slicing deeper than all the others before
Alas, I know I have caused you suffering and strife
My darling, if you please, open our love,s closed door
I will show you my fear is a ship on the distant shore
If you give me another chance, love will be our thread alone
I will hold it loosely so we may weave the fabrics sewn
Each to give, to take, pushing and pulling, from before and nether
So darling, I will meet you anytime, anywhere strange or known
on the loose end of the thread holding our hearts together
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, February 1, 2012
for Thread ~ Free Poetry Contest
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