Woven

We are woven together from our pasts, from our worlds, from our minds and from our hearts. We are all woven.

The softest whisper of a moment passing by

Is enough to bring soulful tears to your eyes

With the heartfelt cries

Resounding in the endless sky

Memories force away my disguise.

In the great sea

Of moments to breathe

I am set free

To weave my own destiny.

Silver scars lattice the leathery skin,

Marks of battle long carved in,

Streaked in soot and much too thin,

Holding the life she must play on a whim.

In the great sea

Of moments to breathe
I am set free

To weave my own destiny

Intricate designs

Molding into the delicate fabric of time

Her life stained black of sins and crimes.

Yet deep inside her eyes,

She is a soldier,

An angel in disguise.

In the great sea 

Of moments to breathe

I am set free

To weave my own destiny

Despite the scars, the sadness and stains,

She muscles on with all her strength

Her life no longer decided by fate,

As she holds her own in this world of endless strain.

Her eyes, deep and soulful,

Mind made of imagination

With control over the birth of creation

Beyond the visible.

Because in the great sea

Of moments to breathe

I am set free

To weave my own destiny.

 I am the weaver

And she is me.

Reviews

[She With Eyes Like Unsh..]

This poem was beautiful and sad, and I think you did a wonderful job presenting this. Just remember that you do not weave your destiny alone - everyone you meet, everything that others do to influence your life, and God, upon His high throne in heaven, will forever weave more colors and designs into your life. Great write!

[Riley Bray]

Touching and colorful review, thank you. I have long since thought thesenolder works had been forgotten, so thank you. :)