Unraveled...

This was a piece that I wrote after one of the most difficult times in my life, the loss of mine and David's first child, and the depression that followed. This is a poem of healing, a poem that says that God wasn't responsible for what happened... why would God want me to suffer. That is not the God of my understanding.

Unraveled…

I pulled my own string,

And the beautiful colors,

once woven together,

Fall apart,

Come undone,

And sit in a pile of unusable waste on the floor.

Ugly. Broken. Unwanted.

No one wants to admire my beautiful weave,

To touch my softness,

To feel me wrapped around them, comforting them…. Nothing.

For I am unraveled,

Lying in an angry pile.

Sad, alone, unwanted.

But then the master weaver picks up my scraps,

And with loving hands, and creative passion…

Creates me even more beautiful than before……..

-Kimberly Cole