Your Truly Thread Poem by Emelie V. Smith

Threads all humbled around in one and only place
Can't see it, but somewhere in there is your face

I try to reach for it and touch it but you won't let me
you just hide your heart, say leave it be

Oh i'm stuck in thread memorial
If i can't get out it's going to be my funeral

Not being able to touch you is like suicide
Every time I reach, I feel less alive

I don't think it's black like you say
You just don't want me to cross you way

I'm a burden, useless and tied dead
Wonder if i'll ever, find your thread