Jeff Bresee Poet Prose

Covered

A million threads now woven
With no single thread ever revealing 
What web it intended to weave

Each thread seemed 
A pleasured friend upon its arrival 
Granting my desires and wishes

And for a time it seemed 
That the tapestry woven upon me
Was but a cloth to cover my emptiness

And so I welcomed their work
And for a season took joy
In my covering

But day after day, and way 
After misguided way 
The threads continually came

And the weight of their work increased
Even as the pleasure they once gave
Faded

And now, I need not tell you more
For my image tells all
But I shall not die to this wretched web

For even as I have torn its cover
From before my eyes
So as to once again see

God willing, I shall ever tear 
And forsake all care
Until at last…
I can present myself clean

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