Gentle Armor

You are a spider, innocent, and a blank slate. As nature's mystery works, you instinctively create. From the thread of your emotions, experiences, and all, A woven wonder: a life, a home, and an armor.

Every fiber of you is a part of a tapestry, That you are persistently weaving unconsciously. Each experience is a warp; each emotion is a weft, Sometimes you need to be pierced to avoid being cleft.

In a world where chaos is a natural force, We always see order and patterns in a clump of knotted fibers. Just like the process of weaving, we're patiently and orderly knitting, For life's the process, and living is experiencing.

Your feelings are valid; they're your precious threads, Strengthened by your character, colored by your choices. Let those be the woven blankets that will make you warm, In a world of chaos and order, safety, and harm.

Vince Ervin Palcullo

Loose Fibers

Ripped are the garments at the seams Cuts that formed quite a bloodstream From the stranger's voice, how peculiar Blade hurts most when it's familiar

Fibers are set to start and warp But life's a weft, my dreams to thwart Crisscrossed fabrics in every direction I'm left with none but sheer frustration

Of all the things I am bound to miss The most are my grandmother's kiss In multicolored dye, I found the loom This faith pulled me away from certain doom

Time, my friend, you aided me Slowly this thread I picked up from misery For hours I sat and thought and wove It's done; I'm in no more need to probe

Now I stepped back, reviewed the tapestry Look at these patterns, oh such artistry! Life and fibers in imperfect harmony But wait and see, you are where you're supposed to be

Gaye Chyri Gadacho