Butchered Tapestries

We’ve come so far, stopped looking back

Sometimes I wonder where we’re at

Promises in song, a life lived long ago

What meaning they hold

We may never know

The battles of the past

Play muted in the background

The soft, gentle surrenders

Made without a sound

The promise of forever

Somewhere in-between were found

Caught in a time of unsure maybe’s

Loving wounded, bearing butchered tapestries

Far from a time when someone called me baby

Wild wonder drags us from our rest

Holding pieces gently to my chest

Telling a tale no-one will know

Reaping harvests that I didn’t sew

A lifetime lived in veiled shadow

In vague memories, I suppose

Spinning circles, moving forward

Waiting for our just rewards

Originally published at https://vocal.media.

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