The Spaces

The spaces between the threads, allow breath, sweater lungs
Holes where your words can seep in, soaking my wrists
Unwinding the knots as they catch wind of your words
Intertwining threads reminiscent of interlocking fingers,
fragile yet strong bonds
of
thin

thin
thread

barely
hanging
on

in
the
s
p
a
c
e
s

The spaces between our fingers, one around the other, allow depth, locked hearts
Buckled down, protect the emptiness waiting to be filled, unwilling to relent
For when the emptiness is filled and frozen, it can be cracked open

Opened                                heart                     for all the world to see and point

Vulnerable on all sides to grotesque laughing faces and sharp words that stab hard

The spaces between the words, allow thought, a pulsing pause
A strange rhythm varying with context and culture,
A breath of unused time, unfulfilled will, unsaid power
But also peace of mind, a blank slate to start over
In all the chaos filling to the brim, overflowing on whim,
There is the unpunctuated space ;

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4 thoughts on “The Spaces

  1. Tiegan

    A very creative poem you’ve written here. I like how you visually portray what the poem says, i.e:

    “fragile yet strong bonds
    of
    thin

    thin
    thread

    barely
    hanging
    on

    in
    the
    s
    p
    a
    c
    e
    s…”

    Awesome.

    Liked by 1 person

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