Random writings
The Tapestry
I feel my world unraveling
around me, like a tapestry
that had a loose thread.
Just one pull, and the
whole thing's come undone.
No patchwork can fill
it in or make it whole.
No stitching can make it
as strong as it used to be.
It will always be a poor
excuse for the once
beautiful artwork it was.
Water damage, fading, and
tearing will cause it's
final undoing. I just
wish I could find the
person who could
restore it back to even
a mere shadow of it's
bright and colorful self.
Maybe I'll bring this to my social worker tomorrow and see what he says.
I feel my world unraveling
around me, like a tapestry
that had a loose thread.
Just one pull, and the
whole thing's come undone.
No patchwork can fill
it in or make it whole.
No stitching can make it
as strong as it used to be.
It will always be a poor
excuse for the once
beautiful artwork it was.
Water damage, fading, and
tearing will cause it's
final undoing. I just
wish I could find the
person who could
restore it back to even
a mere shadow of it's
bright and colorful self.
Maybe I'll bring this to my social worker tomorrow and see what he says.