(A Pantoum)

by forgingpaths

What else is there, but here, now?
We live trapped within
confines, binding our vision,
the days beauty obscured.

We live trapped within
systems and protocol and expectations-
confines, binding our vision.
Who we are determined by the tapestry.

Systems and protocol and expectations,
weavers all.
Who we are determined by the tapestry.
I am but a thread

What else is there but here, now,
with confines binding our vision?
But I am a thread-
distinct in my own color.

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4 Responses to “(A Pantoum)”

  1. you are a beautiful resilient thread, none other like you ~ beautiful poetry !

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