Thoughts dancing in the wind,
My memories are penned.
Letters of old, so subtly bold,
Tumble from my minds grasp.
Weaving a tapestry of thought and hue,
The colors of my imagination start anew.
Words bloom from scattered ideas
Bringing life to feelings of yesterday's fears.
The gratitude of each phrase
Comes from the struggles of past days.
Sadness to joy and fear to trust,
Are born from fabrics of metaphors I've gathered up.
The stories I once wrote myself
Takes new life as time delves.
The tapestry of my mind
Extends far and wide,
Defining the way I feel inside.
©jamielong
J