I sit here weaving,
The feel of each thread,
as it navigates it way.
My breath,
It anchors me,
As all around,
falls into disarray.
As the unexpected,
Tears into the fabric,
of my day.
My inner self,
feels the sway,
this turbulence,
that threatens to eat,
Away, the magic cord
That keeps me connected
And nourishes my being,
Keeping all, self doubt at bay.
I sway,
Allowing it to pull me down,
My body aches,
To connect with the ground,
to sink within,
until I flow in sync.
To let go,
Of these triggers
that tangle up into knots.
My body low,
Pulsating as I drop.
To weave my way,
Upon the earth.
This makes me wonder, along with all the others of your poems that I have read, if your ability to collapse as you describe, to connect to the earth so fully you bodily connect to it, is possible because you can also feel the tangles and the aches. So many of us live in blah land, extol the living in blah land, because we have become numb to the tangles and the aches. We, thus, are unable to collapse into the earth, to connect. You live, by feeling, more fully than most of us.
The miracle of life presents an ancient chaos, only breaks a fountain of destiny that awaits after the catastrophe of a world that has been reborn to a new one. Walk!
Beautiful verses.
Thanks for sharing.
Good day.
Lovely piece... well detailed and quiet intriguing. 🧠🧠🧠
I really hope you find vitality and vigor in the head. Quite an emotional poem of sadness
Sorry to be that person but worth it because it's beautiful <3
Also...
sending love, mama bear and don't forget to lie on the ground and feel just how supported you truly are today <3
Typo in verse one - I sit here weaving,
The feel of each thread,
as it navigates it way.
to - as it navigates itS way