Bittersweet Tapestry

by Cayeleen Caulfield

Once, a thread bound our souls as one, 
woven from the thrill of stolen glances, a delicate bond, shimmering like sequins on satin.
Suddenly snapped by the weight of the fabric of society. 

Years slipped by like falling stitches, 
her taste now a distant flush, 
yet still it lingered... haunting. 

I watched her new love unfold, raw and relentless, 
my heart swollen with pride, yet heavy with sadness.
Her joy, a bittersweet melody I dared not hum. 

Starved and suffocated the seams of silence stitched my aspirations 

and the remnants of love crafted a life unbound by expectation.
Only a vibrant thread remained, 
waiting for the moment to break free.. liberation. 

I unravelled myself, thread by thread, 
the tapestry of the past, once woven tight, 
revealing the colours of my true self, 
a spectrum of love, bold,... bright.