Who Its Left To. Poem by chantel weston

my mind is weaving
my many thoughts together
in to a beautiful thing
how it will turn out
is some thing i do not
know. all the colors
and all the fabrics
could make a simple
master pieace, or they
could make a very
complicated mess. but those
are only things
that might happen
i could not do it at
all i could just
stop... ................
..or i could let
it go let it redue its
self let it become
some thing totaly
new and different.
but all these
things arent up to
you or me they are
up to the whole
part of me that
will not let go
the part that
is to sceard
to let go.
that is who
its left to.
the. end.