How do I share this stream of color so interwoven into the fabric of my life?
Beyond the fact that it is me, it has nothing to do with me
Beyond the fact that it is my greatest challenge, it is nothing
A memory of things past, shadows from a tree now fallen
Why is it with me still, and how do I share?
To tell creates a snag in the cloth, to pull it is to unravel a life
And how can I give that permission?
To bring in relationship, to create friendship with those who have pulled this thread
Leaves me naked the cloth having fallen to the ground
Exposed to the crowd, even those who are unknown
I donít know that it is possible, Iím not sure I can
Either I will find a way, or I will make one.