|From Wall Street Journal article by Carrie Melago|
Into a tight
Grunt, nod, nudge
What if we stood so close we touched
And saw the expression of mouths
And looked into each other’s eyes?
What if we learned how to read hearts
And didn’t look away? What if
We remembered we once knew how?
What if we each had fairytale
Stories? What if we untangled
Childhoods that were wrong or absent?
What if we spoon fed our stories
To strangers, listened to stranger
Tales and wove them all together?
What if we took the Fates into
Our own hands—to spin, measure and cut
As if nothing were determined—
As if we could separate strands,
Untangle months of neglect, years
Of forget, eons of nothing.
Something lies underneath the game,
Veins throb beneath the disguising
Clothes and skins of our suffering.
The knots aren’t too tight—not yet—
Lightness loosens them, touch is balm
For open wounds and angry scars.
And what if healing mattered more
Than tyrants and presidents, more
than languages, homelands and stars?
For my prompt
|The Three Fates Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos (16th Century)|
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