A poem for you

Words that were left unsaid

Spun by Shannon Lujan

We leave here
loose threads,
not one of them tied.

Not one of them 
double bowed 
or neatly tucked away.

Nothing unsaid
is suddenly spoken, 
as if tongues 
were ribbons 
able to bind
belated gifts 
of forgiveness 
and apology.

We leave only
a fray to where
life was torn
from the very act 
of being lived…

where all 
loose trims
were left mid-hem

and unfastened pins
scatter down
the cosmic lap
of a maker 
we cannot 
yet know 
the face of. 

Perhaps it is for others 
to pull together what lies undone, 
and knot the billowing threads
that unravel against the empty sky
into their own lives, their own words,

and continue as if
there were only 
one loom to which
all words are spun:

one life being 
continuously run 
through the narrative
we choose to 
honor the shape
of love.

For all the words that were left unsaid - that now spill out into the void. Gather what is undone and weave those loose threads into your own life. Speak them now. To those you love, to the trees, the moon moon, and the sunspun lake.

Seam those unsaid words into your own life as if they were now your most precious gift to the world.

Just because they weren’t said to you doesn’t mean you can’t say them to yourself and others.

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