Thread
a poem
I take the one loose thread
From this tattered life
And pull
Hang from this thin material
And the bunches and knots
Pinch and pull into distortion
And when the thread breaks
Misshapen, I must move on
a poem
I take the one loose thread
From this tattered life
And pull
Hang from this thin material
And the bunches and knots
Pinch and pull into distortion
And when the thread breaks
Misshapen, I must move on
a place for poetry, fiction, and essays with a lost or searching theme
I’m a MN writer battling my demons & learning to celebrate angels. facebook.com/gretchenleewritermn/ twitter.com/gretchenlee instagram.com/gretchenleebourquin