It’s the last thread
that’s so hard to cut
The chain’s long broken
the rope’s been unraveled
I’ve swum against the currents
I’ve surfaced near the shore
The thin line’s still tangled
through ocean tide hair
It pulls out slow and shining
like a timeline of a story
so I tie it in a bow
around my finger tight
to remember
where I’ve been
Cadence Collective: Long Beach Poets 
Reblogged this on Sarah Thursday and commented:
An old poem for a new year.