Whole Cloth
Updated: Apr 27
The threads of my love
Were woven with confusion
On spools of shame
And the tapestry
That we weaved
Was weak and slowly eroded
Sunbleached and tattered by the sun
As much as I tried
To dye that thread
A less rainbow color
The more the colors bled through
Until the day I realized
In a technicolor dream
That rainbow was my color
And that my drab cloth
Damaged by repeated dyeing
Could never last
So now, I weave enduring cloth
And my tapestry explodes with color
Resilient to damage and fading
Because I am colorfast
And no longer in need of dyes