We’re a jumbled mess, caught up in a ball

And we can’t seem to sort it out, at all

Too many ends, and not enough starts

Often weigh heavily, upon our hearts

Each of us, an entangled, intricate thread

Needing to connect, sometimes misled

Split down the middle, tossed to the side

Losing a sense of ourselves, and our pride

Til, we finally realize, every each of our fiber

Contains threads, no one else can decipher

 

February Writing Prompts – Splitting threads – Day 7/28

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