Disparate populace of my thoughts
Once unwelcome interlopers
Now fine silken threads: flawed, broken, gorgeous, old
Woven into one
…
No shame in examining, admiring, pondering, remembering
Touch my cheek
Caress the whole
Wrap my soul
…
A magnifying glass
A microscope
Ten steps back
Then ten miles
…
A landscape
A sunset
Moon and stars
…
This is my life
This is my love
This is what binds my heart
and makes me WHOLE.
.
Colleen Sohn
