Unspinning
(Words from my root)
Years ago, my thread snapped
And I didn’t realize that it had.
I stopped and spun in place
So convinced I was progressing.
All I created was a tangled mess
Of self and dreams and terror.
It is so hard for light to shine
On a vortex of doubt and darkness.
Recently, I found the end
Of that snapped thread.
(Or is it the beginning?
I can never tell. . .)
I found it at my spinning wheel
Of all the silly places.
I sat and moved my feet
And began unspinning myself.
I found some bags of fluff
And some baggage as well.
I found some villains and shadows.
I found some heroes – Gram and Gandhi.
I guess when you’re unspinning
G’s shouldn’t be a surprise.
I didn’t know I had heroes.
Good thing I like my two Gs.
I found where to put my feet
And how to move them to keep up.
I figured out what to do with my hands
And how to keep the thread even-ish
I’m finding my voice again
It was hiding there in the fluff too.
I think Gram was holding it safe
Waiting for me to stop spinning.
(Words from my root)
Years ago, my thread snapped
And I didn’t realize that it had.
I stopped and spun in place
So convinced I was progressing.
All I created was a tangled mess
Of self and dreams and terror.
It is so hard for light to shine
On a vortex of doubt and darkness.
Recently, I found the end
Of that snapped thread.
(Or is it the beginning?
I can never tell. . .)
I found it at my spinning wheel
Of all the silly places.
I sat and moved my feet
And began unspinning myself.
I found some bags of fluff
And some baggage as well.
I found some villains and shadows.
I found some heroes – Gram and Gandhi.
I guess when you’re unspinning
G’s shouldn’t be a surprise.
I didn’t know I had heroes.
Good thing I like my two Gs.
I found where to put my feet
And how to move them to keep up.
I figured out what to do with my hands
And how to keep the thread even-ish
I’m finding my voice again
It was hiding there in the fluff too.
I think Gram was holding it safe
Waiting for me to stop spinning.
