Threads of gold

There are times

When I sit alone

And I think of the life

I used to have

And the person

I used to be

Not the one

I have only recently

Just left behind

But what came before it

When I was still

Young and wild

With a head

Full of ambition

And so much drive

I wonder how

Or if

I have really changed at all

If I may be just

A bit tarnished

From the wear of time

And it’s bittersweet experience

That has left so many marks

Upon my skin

Having defaced

My body from within

Of trials and tribulations

I’ve had a few

That have marred my soul

Ripped me apart

Changed my point of view

And yet, here I still stand

Not entirely broken

Not exactly whole

But beat-up and bruised

With a patchwork of mending

Stitched by threads of gold

 

Sharon Carter-Wray

(Monday 18^th February 2019)