Threads



 

Threads

 

 

Our bodies are threads

 

Unraveling within hours

 

Getting caught on the thorns of our preoccupied wilderness.

 

And loosening as we walk away from that which doesn't serve us

 

We gain the knowledge of how to live as we fray

 

We learn how to survive as skeletons

 

We thin and grow stronger

 

And those thorns

 

Those hooks attach to our spirit

 

Taking us with them

 

Packing this thread of ourselves in an overpriced suitcase.

 

The strand, a breadcrumb reminding them of a now that has passed.

 

And as those thorns stand hard in the wind

 

The threads of our being can be seen

 

Caught firmly on a barb of the past

 

Blowing in the breeze of time

 

Some long, some short. All us





Cory Decker




Cory Decker is a lover of books and trees.  He lives in Newfoundland Canada with his wife and two children. 

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