Tangled Threads

My life can be likened to a woven tapestry The colourful, tangled threads of destiny The unfinished canvas that resonates all my fears My masterpiece, created by living through my years I have always believed that the path that I tread Is the one that I chose, unguided to the end But perhaps on my canvas, my path in life I have indeed been guided, kept from strife The voice in my head and the feeling in my gut The warning bells that ring just before to sting of the cut The feeling of knowing what is wrong and right The courage that strengthens me, never giving up the fight I have at some point, unknown to my mind Been touched by an angel or maybe a guiding sign Walking me through life, untangling my threads Helping me realise that their guidance never truely ends By Meagan Yet Foy 24 March 2012