Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Fate's Sewing Class

I’m too excited
to be interested
in the tasks at hand.
I’m stressed,
and hopeful.
Mashed into a ball
of black cardigan fury
and breathing slowly.
I feel like there’s so
much to do, but so
little I can control.
Soon it’ll be out
of my hands and into
one of the Three Fates.
Clotho, Lachesis and Atropos
handling the thread of my life,
weaving an imperfect tapestry.
The Fates watch the stitching
and the seams without concern
for color or blend.
Golden Shears ready to snip
the thread once the tale is
told, by hook or by crook.
The deed will be done
out of my hands,
to leave me breathless and tired.
Optimistic, yet tempered with
cynicism. The die cast, the template
made,  hope and heartbeats remain.

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