Threadlings
Please don't come home
I'm afraid I'll regress from these heights
I have grown, no longer afraid of the night
It took the best years of my life to be free
I can't comprehend why you permeate me
Our secrets, our places, our songs were the threads
They bound us as one in my heartbroken head
And as you tried to run, they strained and they severed
You left me behind, you left me here tethered
Attatched by the threads to the void left behind
I can't stop the songs going round in my mind
Still visit the nooks where the whole world seemed ours
Where we would just be, say nothing for hours
I stayed in the dark with a blanket of faith
That you'd return to beg it wasn't too late
Hand covered whispers you flourished new threads
Kidnaps my last breath and the bones from my legs
The ground's seeping cold, it's eating my soul
With the last of my strength I crawl up out the hole
Behold from my fingers are tiny new threadlings
The colour of dreams and brand new beginnings
Jodie Williams
For Paula's THREAD contest
03 Feb 2012
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