Upon A Thread
My life hangs upon a thread It is Green Blue, & Red
The weight of who I am What I may become The things which Within Me Patiently wait
Turning Spinning Like an an ornament in the wind An Angle upon the most delicate of threads
Snow flakes falling upon The still warm dead Melt as though they never were - As I shall be when the thread is broken The remaining token of a life well lived Frayed strands where blood once ran
Peace was the plan First laid out before man Then the tying began The threads came & made all one connected thing
The only way to be free is to die We must fall in order to survive
Shall I survive? Will I thrive? What is my price? Cut the threads bare The most blessed slice -
The price for my thread worn life
____ Kat Schaw.
