my heart is feeling like a well worn sweater
where a small dangling thread
becomes the object of my attention
my first inclination
is to push the thread back into place
fill the whole (yes, whole, not hole)
but this thread is persistent
it has a mind of its own
so again it dangles
my second inclination
is to cut it off, or burn it
or to just throw the whole mess away
but instead i choose
this time
to pull a little on that thread
just enough to see where the next
unravel may come from
and as i'm watching my sweater destruction
i begin to see the many colors
intricately woven into this thread
my curiousity takes hold
so i pull more
and the shape where once the thread found home
is growing
like clouds in the summer
it takes form
what just moments ago was damaged goods
becomes clearer and defined
by this point in time the thread is a pile
of color in my hand
it is the beginning of an end
the sweater is no more what it once was
a blanket for my body evolves and begins to define another part of me
with something amazingly new
now i can see that my well worn sweater
with a small dangling thread
has brought me a rainbow.

Excellent Write.

A thread can hold so many possibilities,,,
Beautiful

Well Done!!

read this a few days ago, couldn't wait to read ot again, talent, talent, so much talent...

jimmy

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LAmom
MT
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Jimz

you guys (and gals ) rock!! thank you so much

this is a good write

thanks kc!!

Sighs in contentment at this realization.....

beautiful metaphoric write showing the undressing sweet!

I love the vision in this write