Tied until the end by the open threads,
colors knot together, trying to be heard;
frustrated, (nothing's worth) pulling out stitches,
the only way to heal; make it past the second day.
Taking (comparing) the pain with the result;
creation never promised it was easy.
Though it also never said it would be worth it;
what keeps us going if not hope?
Author notes
Hmm. It started out me talking about crocheting, but it could have other meanings as well (I hope).
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Crocheting is certainly a unique topic to write poetry about and I like that. I think it also works as an excellent metaphor for all of our endeavours. I really like the opening two lines and the thought-process throughout. And - to borrow the title of the debut album by one of my favourite bands - hope is important. If not the most important thing in life. Good poem.
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