Tangled up in blue
The weft of my clothe slightly frayed
The edges as ragged as my feelings
I dressed myself in happiness today,
Dragged the crumpled suit from the back of the wardrobe
Stood before the mirror and hoped it not only covered my nakedness,
But also my deep sorrow and loneliness
It was last years suit of happiness
Or the year before
But I wasn’t concerned with trends
As long as it covered the naked bits of my soul
A loose thread was my undoing,
Who knew, that a thread hooked on an unexpected question
Could unravel so fast and completely.
The suit of happiness lay in tatters
along with the rest of my emotional wardrobe
I was naked, probably for the first time
and the feeling was lightness
No filter between myself and the outside world
The wind lifting the hair on my arms
The horizon lifting my eyes to look far ahead
I shall weave my own clothes,
I shall weave my own life.
Words: B Ditchfield