Tapestry of Diffidence

My shoulders leaned petrified,

My eyes felt unkind;

It were the first halcyon days of mine,

I felt frozen to my knees.

My tiny fingers cling

To the only invisible string,

Unwanted disdains and fling,

My rivals were my only lees

Sniffs in bereavement of silence,

Notions of bellows of violence,

Who is au fait with a juvenile’s

As well we are the wees.

All my roses grew back as spines

All my foes started out allies

They pledged to stay but then put aside

Egress of bliss reigned but I lost the keys

Summer snow on the tree boughs,

Winter cherries wither though;

Am I still in a place in this world?

Magic, madness, virtue, misdeeds.

Blood relations failed to pacify

I doubted now if they were ever my

Melancholy overcast sky

My vision lay on desiccated seas

Death of spring in our veins

Could no longer be conflicting to the chains

Of my misery and hollow subsistence;

These are the threads of my tapestry of diffidence.