Silk
A veil of sadness
was pierced,
the fabric of sorrow
ripped.
In moments
a rippling silence
eschewed.
I was liberated
from a shroud
that bound my grief,
I am now a silken thread
fixed to spin,
in silent whorls.
Copyright © Jayne Eggins | Year Posted 2014
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