Wowza! I just e-mailed the school about my dd using gimp weaving as a method of calming down. When I read your poem I saw you gimp weaving yourself into a box. Remember, though, you can ask for help in moving some of those "strands" and find your way out. New word for me: "weft," sounds like how Elmer Fudd would say the hand that I am.
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let me out! a hard place to be in that world, great write
Thanks, Kay!
Wowza! I just e-mailed the school about my dd using gimp weaving as a method of calming down. When I read your poem I saw you gimp weaving yourself into a box. Remember, though, you can ask for help in moving some of those "strands" and find your way out. New word for me: "weft," sounds like how Elmer Fudd would say the hand that I am.
Oh I know. The box is only temporary. Life is a journey for me. Sometimes I climb back in my box and then get out with the help of my loved ones.
"hardened by fear
my own engineer"
I really like that. This is so true of us all. "Weft and warp", reminds me of our fallen nature. The last line made me grin for I can relate!
Thanks so much, Mary!
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