Fits and Starts




Threads 2


Every life is just the brightest thread

Those moments you choose to remember

Not truth

But a version

An acceptable delusion

You unpick the dark moments

In the winding narrative

And sew together a life you can live with

Holding on to only that which

You can bear to keep


The rest you sink

Into the murky depths

Only rarely acknowledged

Left mostly unexamined

The not quite memories

An unsettling dream where

You don’t even recognise yourself


That’s how you make it through the days

Holding tight to that golden thread

Closely stitched

Guided by a sharp needle

through a field of midnight blue.




Words and image are my own.




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