"Unraveled Thread"
I can only hope
that somewhere inside
the fabric of time
there exists some kind of line
of cotton thread,
An entangled twine
this line of thread
that I wish I was able
to pull upon
and unravel instead.
Considering my life
are just patches of memories
stitched together,
woven tightly by the strands
of nature's fibers;
I realize these delicate threads
are weaved throughout
reminiscent pieces of time
into the tapestries of my existence,
pieces sewn together
with elegant needlework
holding tightly
each soundless moment
of my recollection;
Where they finally form
my eclectic cloth
of thoughts
and experiences
that I sometimes wish were not so
in the ways that they happened
but are now part
of the tapestry
of my many choices and regrets.
I can only hope there exists
among the fabric of my reality
within all its splendid designs
of interwoven threads,
a single line of silk or cotton string
I can reach out and pull upon
to unravel
this horrible dream of mine
and rearrange
this vision of cloth again.
Alas, however
untangling a tapestry
of such tightly woven moments
is sadly not like pulling on a line
of cotton thread
and is perhaps more like
erasing thin lines from ink and pen.
In my somber retrospection
I now realize,
I will only ever be able
to reflect upon
that which my mind can create
and never really change
the delicate intricate woven
needlework that sews together
the patchwork of my life.
-Armando Torres
