Thoughtful Threads

At times I feel as though I hold
the separate threads
of a million thoughts
in my hands
and as they dance in between my fingers,
slide over my palms,
or gently tease my wrists with a whisper light touch,
I can almost make out
a connection between them all,
answering my questions and
feeding the hope I live on.

Blink though, and
the connection is utterly lost…
And the threads?
Separate again.

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