Here's a poem I wrote today....maybe it might resonate.
We Are a Tapestry
We are a tapestry,
made of a strong, heavy cloth,
woven and completed over our lifetime.
Intertwining threads from the past,
and threads from just yesterday,
this tapis tells our life.
As time passes, it changes,
our perceptions alter with new experiences,
the tapis, is a fluid accounting of our life----
This tapestry we create,
woven so intricately,
is constantly reshaping it’s design.
Some impressions and images,
clearly remind us of stories past,
fun-filled memories of friendships and joy.
Others pictures depict a history,
times that were dark, jumbled, filled with hopelessness,
with faded scenes of memories barely recognizable.
It is those faded scenes,
we strain to recall,
needing to know, to be sure.
Cleverly, our mind fills in the gaps,
with what makes sense, and then we forget,
our history then distorted.
As we consider our tapestry,
and it’s negative images,
we begin not to see the truth, but illusions of the past.
Our tapestry is us,
we come into being from our past, which include....
our feelings, memories, failures, and successes.
The past is not our whole, and does not dictate,
the final tapis of our life.....
We can have a tapestry to be admired,
if we choose to change-to weave it differently.
Whatever has befallen us,
our life is our completed tapestry,
and so potentially very, very beautiful.