– Canvasing –
My memory is a living canvas,
the moments of my life
strung together into skeins,
woven into my connective tissue
to create the fabric of me.
I am a product now of all that is my past.
Whatever is to become of me is only as strong
as what the future of my fabric can hold.
At the end of those threads,
everyone grows worn;
Edges torn and frayed
from my behaviour.
I cannot cover you,
and I have barely managed
to find clothing in my own emotions.