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
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