Threadlings

Please don't come home I'm afraid I'll regress from these heights I have grown, no longer afraid of the night It took the best years of my life to be free I can't comprehend why you permeate me Our secrets, our places, our songs were the threads They bound us as one in my heartbroken head And as you tried to run, they strained and they severed You left me behind, you left me here tethered Attatched by the threads to the void left behind I can't stop the songs going round in my mind Still visit the nooks where the whole world seemed ours Where we would just be, say nothing for hours I stayed in the dark with a blanket of faith That you'd return to beg it wasn't too late Hand covered whispers you flourished new threads Kidnaps my last breath and the bones from my legs The ground's seeping cold, it's eating my soul With the last of my strength I crawl up out the hole Behold from my fingers are tiny new threadlings The colour of dreams and brand new beginnings Jodie Williams For Paula's THREAD contest 03 Feb 2012