Date Published: February 13, 2025
Time Published: 12:50 PM
Category: Poetry
Subject: Creating the future one choice at a time.
Just to be able to save what was left, I let the needle fly.
Seconds before being dragged apart by the fingers,
From the loop of obligations secured to the wrist,
To the feeling of the barest rip down to the middle.
Left with two opposing halves of the same cloth,
Each moving farther apart towards different paths,
Unknowing that both are nothing without the other,
Forsaken because of fear, who brought indecision.
Of somehow having been born with a different lifeline,
Brought only about a chance of being a better version,
Having all the same patterns, yet faultless in being,
Someone that I would've looked back to in creation.
Towards the fusion of two only made quite possible,
By every stitch I completed throughout every day,
Being intertwined on the edges, solely by my hand,
Not through acts of calculation, pressure, or rebellion,
But one of love,
Used each time a thread slips away.
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