Written 7 April 2026 for 1461 Poetry Contest Sponsored by Brian Strand
diverse strands of felings tangled, tearful, tight cross the depth of my heart some stitched in shadow some spun in glow a whisper of longing a ghost of restraint a humming silence a sudden fear from far and near one strand is golden a soft, warm ray a memory of laughter at the dawn of dusk another is iron heavy and deep with promises made that I couldn't maintain not due to my own self but factors beyond control a silk thread of wonder bright and vibrant catching calm colours of early morning orb yet a frayed, tangled piece bitter and cold sweeps my whole being reminding me of winter tales that by grand-parents were narrated by the fireside. I hold them all within me those diverse strands of feel a delicate weaving not always in tune with each other yet I continue to breathe and live to watch the soothing sun set behind the mountain range even when my heart is weary even when the world around me is still, silent and soundless.
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