
Caught in fabric
Trying to escape
Threads tangled
And fraying
Inside patterns
That can’t speak
That can’t feel
That will never
Breathe the same
Ever again
Ever feel there is just too much happening and you can’t move? Like you’re stuck in a pattern weaved long before you existed? I remember the first time I felt this way. I’d gone through all the emotions and had nothing left.
It’s part of the cycle of depression. And the best thing to know about a cycle is that it will pass after a stitch or two. And the second thing to know is that fabric can be mended.












It is a particular sort of exhaustion that comes when the world weaves a tangled web.
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Hi, Hasty, Just delete those first two comments. I seem to have fumble fingers today.
I love the poem.
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You’re lovely and so are your fumble fingers 🙂
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Thanks. 🙂
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Hi. I love the poem, too. And your two best things to know.
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