I sit here weaving,
The feel of each thread,
as it navigates it way.
My breath,
It anchors me,
As all around,
falls into disarray.
As the unexpected,
Tears into the fabric,
of my day.
My inner self,
feels the sway,
this turbulence,
that threatens to eat,
Away, the magic cord
That keeps me connected
And nourishes my being,
Keeping all, self doubt at bay.
I sway,
Allowing it to pull me down,
My body aches,
To connect with the ground,
to sink within,
until I flow in sync.
To let go,
Of these triggers
that tangle up into knots.
My body low,
Pulsating as I drop.
To weave my way,
Upon the earth.
