Saddened wool whips round my neck. To hide the scars of a life where I showed disrespect. This wool that pulls oh so tight. Almost ended me one cold spring night
Had I had a scarf so soft. Maybe I could have risen high aloft. Instead I fell from the tree
Cutting my back and neck so that it did bleed. Had the scarf whipped harder still.
I would not be here to lift this quill
The pain continued many months more. Physical, like death was at my door. I invited him, the threads of this scarf
Are so dark
Just like the night where I did seek the arc. I pray of thee don't be like me!
Had the branch not snapped. My life would hath ended. Had the threads not bended
My life and this beautiful future would not have been rendered
Never take the chance at death. Life has something for you. Patience for the broiling sadness will pass. Gasp for air and see at last. There is something better than the unchangeable past.
So, wear the scarf. And thread together a psyche of comfort. Because many would never wish you to be done for! Now, the scarf I wear hides my wounds
But it doesn't beckon me to meet my maker soon
Never give up on your life please attune. To the sacred being that is you!
The passing colour of blue. Find something that makes you tick. And I say please Love thyself
Know that you have a wealth of courage. And you can face those dreary grey skies. Because in time they will be transformed before your eyes With a silver lining.
Look to the rising sun. And think of the day that is not yet done.