cross my heart

by alice

from the moment we are born we are tied with silk threads from the neck to the fingers down to the toes our insides are tied, too from the brain to the heart, into our bones we are tied into existence, in relation to, attached in relation with, built our threads have colors, bright and sustained–red, blue, green, purple, white (some are dyed by, decided by, fate. some, we dye ourselves) we cut, we connect, we come together there is no such thing as solid ground these threads, spun into an ever-expanding web, are home

Love and be Loved–a capital-T Truth like water, like bonds, we have nothing to hold onto but each other