Threads
Our
bodies are threads
Unraveling
within hours
Getting
caught on the thorns of our preoccupied wilderness.
And
loosening as we walk away from that which doesn't serve us
We
gain the knowledge of how to live as we fray
We
learn how to survive as skeletons
We
thin and grow stronger
And
those thorns
Those
hooks attach to our spirit
Taking
us with them
Packing
this thread of ourselves in an overpriced suitcase.
The
strand, a breadcrumb reminding them of a now that has passed.
And
as those thorns stand hard in the wind
The
threads of our being can be seen
Caught
firmly on a barb of the past
Blowing
in the breeze of time
Cory Decker
Cory Decker is a lover of books and trees. He lives in Newfoundland Canada with his wife and two children.
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Poetry