Lost all my twenties–
What did it mean?
Searching for answers still yet to be seen
Wondering if even the dark has a cost
A price to be repaid for all that I lost
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Spindles of silver, weaving golden thread
Turning to yarn all the tears that I’ve shed
And making a new pattern out of the old
In every piece of your story, there’s gold
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What will I find when I turn the next page?
The narrator, breaking me out of this cage?
Or maybe its bars were never really there
Blinded inside, you see dark everywhere
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Just for today, I’m trusting the thread
That runs through my bones and my story instead
And listening to the more powerful voice–
The one that exclaims, “You always have a choice”
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“There is gold in every piece of your story.” - Joanna Gaines
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Comments (4)
This was both so magical and powerful! I loved this poem so much!
As long as there is breath there is time & choices to be made.
Looms and threads hold special places in my heart. Your lovely poem reminded me of that. I especially liked "Spindles of silver, weaving golden thread/Turning to yarn all tears that I’ve shed" Beautiful poem!
This is one of my favourites of yours so far!! I don’t know what it is exactly about the second verse (especially) - there is magic sewn into it. The weaving metaphor is brilliant ❤️✨ (and on a parallel ‘golden thread’ is one I was working into a poem yesterday - but in a different way 😍) Brilliant Joelle ✨✨✨