Unraveling

A spool of thread unraveling, tethered string hanging unhinged from its home this is what it feels like to be alone. Groundless, my feet are raised, suspended in space, light seeping below me – I see it – I can feel it’s warmth, I will return to it, but not yet. I am not ready to let go of my suspended string. I float around in the universe, the light of the earth illuminates behind me, I hear you whisper, go home, but I don't want to. I want to drift, drift into this new space we share for maybe I'll find you there, but if I do - if I get too close to your light - hold my hand tight. Cut my string. Watch me and I'll watch you as we drift back...back to our homes.

Wish Away

Slipped Away

You saw an opening and slipped away in the night. Your heart surrendered unable to take another beat. Did you run or did you walk to your next stop. Life became hard. Your eyes full of tears, scares on your heart, tattered dreams, neuropathy in your feet.  Did you run or did you walk, did the ticking of time just stop. Did you think about turning back? Did you run or walk loosening the shackles that once held you back.  When the curtain dropped, did you take a bow, did you have the strength to look back. Did you run or did you walk, taking one last lap around the moon listening to your favorite tune before you slipped away in the night.  

- Kristina Fenimore