The Weaver
The story we weave swoops and spins
Twirls and twists
With bright colors and textured patterns
We weave it tight as not to see the life behind
We seek more yarn
We spend time
We spend money
To make it grow
This story
This story that covers the windows and doors
That blocks the light and stifles the breeze
This story that covers us in warmth
But prevents the touch of reality
This story that plays like a film
With us as the stay
This story that sets us apart
This story that becomes a wall
This story that becomes a cage
This story that kills the truth
This story that takes over our life
How each story ties to another in a never ending tangle
How we try to break free
How it wraps around us
How we fight and cry
How in the end the weave is us
Our thoughts the threads that hold it together
Our actions the loom that binds the threads
Our life the story
The story our life
Every tragedy. Every unfulfilled dream. Every missed chance. Every lost love. Every failure. Every hate. Every fear. It’s simply a story we weave.
What story are you weaving?
