The Word Weaver

Things look bleak, hopeless... A tapestry of images in my head swirls and tells me a story, hauntingly beautiful then unravels so fast--- I try to catch ahold of it, but fail. Or so I think... a single thread of thought stays with me, it winds through my fingers and glows Another thought floats by so I pluck at it. I let it intermingle with inspiration, then mesh it together with creativity My loom is my imagination my thoughts, my thread urging me, compelling me to weave the story and so I do. For I am a word weaver. As thoughts go in, words come out to create something that warms the heart, that uplifts the spirit. I am a word weaver of life. Allow my tapestry to comfort you, even just for a while. 01.18.10 125am written for Deborah's "How do you do it?" contest :)