Threads

Our lives are made up of threads

Running this way and that

Getting gloriously tangled up with each other

Beautifully messy

Then

One thread is cut

The tangle begins to unravel

A hole forming

A colour lost

Then

One shaking thread reaches for another

And another

And another

Knotting together

Remembering what was

Celebrating the vibrancy

Moving forward

Each carrying a bit of the lost colour

Mixing and bleeding with its own

So that

Though the thread has been cut

The colour is never lost