thread bare

My earthbound secrets are kept by heaven’s love.
I may write words upon a manufactured page,
Yet my ink-soaked lies lay waste to intent
Where do I fit in?
Why should it matter?
So often I find myself lost within the tapestry.
How can just one single colour mean so much?
This world is filled with riddles and mazes
Although it is within my own mind which
I find myself most frequently lost
Directionless
How often do I pour my heart out,
Only to have my head filled
Re-filled
I am but one colour, coming un-spooled
Despite my secrets, due to heaven’s love
Frayed by need, not needlessly afraid
Blessed
Thankful
And always confessedly confused









-j.g.smith (09/06/08)