Threads of Connection

The spool rolls and tumbles, thread unwinds slow,

like tangled up thoughts I struggle to sew.

Fingers loop the fabric, a button to mend,

a stitch in the heart where intentions bend.

Each pull of the thread whispers tales of the day,

fibers entwined like the words left to say.

Reckoning rises in the quiet of night,

as I weave through the tension, searching for light.