The Weaver

The thread of life is silky
and our choices weave an intricate pattern
in places the weave bunches
confusion and despair leave our tapestry tattern
with holes of juvenile decisions

Flighty, constantly changing
goals and morals damn our design
to be uncomprenhensible
with clashing colors and a dulled shine
shunned and left on the shelf

Blessed to lead a life
uncomplicated with unshakable faith
never straying from the conventional
the tapestry grows exponentially in smooth relief
boring and common

Straying from the norm
with freedom and goodness as a template
the design is intricate
the colors complementary, depicting a fortunate fate
precious and priceless

With time and experience
bold choices explored but tempered with caring
the silky cord grows frail and frayed
the soul apparent for all to see, the threads baring
a life worth living.