Threads
I have a thread
In my mind
Loosened from
The woven cloth
Of social pressures.
The thread fraying,
Tickling my conscious.
Reminds me I am
Not the same
Faceless, bored,
Never looking up
Redemption in silence,
Communication stagnant.
I recall not to settle
Not to fall
Into the blinded trap
The mindless boredom
Of daily grinding.
Let the thread fray
The cloth undone
Enlightenment lifted
With the sun.
I absolutely love this. The “thread” metaphor is such a beautiful reminder not to slip back into the grind. You have a lovely way with words.
It feels like your thread wriggled free just to nudge the rest of us awake. I love how you make a little fray feel like a tiny act of mischief — tugging at old expectations, letting the light slip in. This reads like a soft reminder to stay a bit unraveled, a bit alive, and a bit wonderfully out of pattern.