Love

... is weaved 
From single pieces of thread 
Woven over and over again
over time

Seconds and minutes of strings weave into
Hours, days and weeks
Tightly bonded 
Into each other
Over and over again

Years and decades pass 
Until it becomes 
An invincible force 
That no knife or scissor
No hate or lack of acceptance
Can ever break apart

I sit here 
Alone
At the corner of the table
With people who love and accept
Parts of me
But not all of me 

I smile and laugh
Holding on tightly 
To a single piece of thread 
That connects me to you
And then you forget me 
Just for a moment
And I fall…
Apart 

~ on Self-worth and Enough-ness