Guidance

A thread of significance tied on the wrist. Offerings of a special bond between blood related beings. A departure walk to another place seeking something significant. I always knew I was a spirit moving on untying everything across the sea. The tired old cotton thread, which I thought had broken. A flamed up house turned to remote emptiness. I was waving at my body which was intact lying on the ground. The wait of so many years there on the wooden balcony. In search of the number you forgot to give me. My eyes were closed up pointing to a place out of reach. Those soft hands of mine holding those beads intact. I tried to search for my soul I found it a million miles away. I despaired from the inner feeling as I realized where I had gone. (This poem is about life)