let me out! a hard place to be in that world, great write
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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