Fraying
The claws of the creature
that once tore into the tapestry
of my mind are dulled
The unraveling has ceased
but not without
leaving behind wide
fraying gaps
Weaving together
the short and gray fibers
seems an impossible task
But I can imagine
a brighter and
clearer continuity
in the future
So now I twist the ends
waiting for them to be replaced
further along