Unravelling the Tapestry

I found in my tapestry a rare golden thread, I began to unravel it to see where it led The weft that was freed from the intricate weave, changed the course of my life more than I'd ever conceive While the threads of my past went back through the heddle, they were detached from my present as fate worked its treadle The familiar tableau that I'd known all those years, one of struggle and sadness, did soon disappear As the mural was altered, each new vignette enlightened, the scenes became joyous and my spirit was brightened Now, the tituli tells of a hopeful potential, one of love and compassion, perhaps, exponential S'true that our stories, our legends are written by fate, but one can change the outcome, it is never too late