Through the Weave
I climb through the weave of my life,
contemplating the complexities of my purpose,
knowing deep down, I carry the warmth of an inner-light.
Inexplicable it would seem, as I have mastered the art
of finding every snag, to bind my feet and hands
within my own shadow…
forever tangled in the fray of a looming past.
I pull away.
I dare to ask myself, ‘Why?’
The answer…
left without a thread of vibrancy or resolve.
I think of the spirits…
the spectrum of their shades, how they have moved me
to moments of peace, filled me with the shudder of fear,
and shown me, but a flicker of profound understanding…
The twisting arms and bodies of trees, the breath of wind
that whispers in knowing tongues, and the cosmic gaze
of wiser birds, tilting their heads as if to say,
‘You know the way’…
Oh so many birds, calling me to flight,
or taunting me to the darker edge of my mind,
where the torment of an open seam reveals
what I gave…so freely away.
My instinct, worn along the feathers and wings
of a great white owl, his silent omens
soaring above my transitions, regardless of my revisions
or self-destructive decisions.
He has always been there…
Majestic in his guide, true to each moment and difficult time.
And I, ever so aware of his significance; yet I carry on,
as if blind, blurring out the beauty of such a vision-
needling at my own worthiness,
’til I choke on the gag of hopeless knots.
I pull away.
But for my children sewn into my heart,
mine own spirit would wander
lost in the ache of yesterday…
I hold on to their eyes and smiles,
rekindling the flame of my inner-warmth;
all else that grieves, hemmed along the borders
and tightly stitched into my side.
For they are the filigree of my colors,
the miracles of my fabric, intricately woven
into the pattern of a timeless tapestry…
Motherhood,
the only purpose I know, for myself,
to feel true and worthy.
I gravitate towards rhyming verse, free of any constraints, and strive to create an experience through sound, flow, and imagery. I am a writer at Allpoetry.com. and a proud Mother of two beautiful boys.
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So beautifully rendered Mel, and so rich in imagery and phrasing uniquely you. Here you have bared your soul and all that makes you, you: your doubts and past and what keeps your spirit flying high. You are a fine poet, a wordsmith without effort, a fluid story teller with a gift for beauty and extraordinary verse that inspires all who read your work. I love the personal sharing and honesty in this piece, it gives us just a little more of who your are. Lovely work indeed. Take care.
Aww thank you, we aren’t usually here at the same time…nice to see you. 🙂 I dont usually go on, but thought I would jump out of my brevity comfort zone.
You inspire daily. Most appreciate the read.
Best,
Mel
Believe me Mel, your work inspires me too. I love your style and skill. Have a great day!
What an inspirational and well-crafted poem. You have an individuality and uniqueness in your poetry that makes it stand out from the average. Well done, Mel.
Thank you ‘Website Manager’ :), I sincerely appreciate your comment, very kind.
Best,
Mel
I love to read your work, Mel. It is always so inspiring, positive and beautiful. It is so nice to know you through your writing. You are a fine poet. Thank you for sharing your thoughts and love of life.
Thank you Phyllis, you are very kind. So pleased that you enjoyed the work. 🙂 Such a lovely community here.
Best,
Mel
So incredibly beautiful, bringing out all the beauty of that timeless tapestry and all the doubts and fears that go on behind the weaving of it. And I agree with you – for so many of us, motherhood is what we know we are born for!
Thank you Shalini, so pleased that you enjoyed it, and related as a Mother. I appreciate your kind words.
Best,
Mel