< Issue 3 >
One. . . loose . . .thread. . .
by Janet Scott McDaniel
I see you unraveling.
I am powerless to stop it.
A few stolen moments
cannot erase days
filled with uncertainty as
your life spins out of control.
I watch you
scrabbling,
grabbing with both hands
to try to stop the madness,
to try to create a sane world;
so I hold you tighter,
but nothing changes.
You are unraveling
with a smile upon your face,
appearing strong to the world.
But I see the truth in your eyes
as your body moves
in brutal honesty,
always unfulfilled.
I envelope you in my love
and it is not enough,
could never be enough,
to heal you.
You lower your sorrow-filled eyes
and I follow your gaze
to the hem of my soul,
and I see
one… loose… thread . . .
One. . . loose . . .thread. . .
by Janet Scott McDaniel
I see you unraveling.
I am powerless to stop it.
A few stolen moments
cannot erase days
filled with uncertainty as
your life spins out of control.
I watch you
scrabbling,
grabbing with both hands
to try to stop the madness,
to try to create a sane world;
so I hold you tighter,
but nothing changes.
You are unraveling
with a smile upon your face,
appearing strong to the world.
But I see the truth in your eyes
as your body moves
in brutal honesty,
always unfulfilled.
I envelope you in my love
and it is not enough,
could never be enough,
to heal you.
You lower your sorrow-filled eyes
and I follow your gaze
to the hem of my soul,
and I see
one… loose… thread . . .
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