Spinning Threads Out Of My Grief. Poem by Dr. Antony Theodore
Spinning Threads Out Of My Grief.
An unseen hand
spun threads out of my grief.
They were colourful threads.
I liked it very much.
The unseen hand
placed the colourful
threads on my breasts
and I slept peacefully.
In the depth of the night
the unseen hand pulled
the thread making me naked.
I did not feel shame.
Tuesday, August 13, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: grief
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