Monday, 29 July 2013

The sweater

Touch my sweater.
Feel the warm fabric caress your hands.
It is woven with threads of love. 
Each strand is a loving embrace, a belly laugh, a moment of raw trust.

Every encounter with a friend, stranger or family member tells a colourful story
through the knit of my sweater.
You were a loose thread.  I kept tucking you in to make you fit, but you defiantly jutted out again,
away from me.
I must make a cut into the negative weave you continue to pull against.

You are gone.
My sweater is whole again.


  1. its funny how we will keep that pull in our sweaters until it is just too much to bear... glad you're sweater is whole again :)

  2. Sometimes the best thing to do is cut off those loose threads. Amazing how good that can feel.

    1. You bet. I feel lighter, happier, more whole.

  3. LOVE the analogies here Vanessa. What a wonderful write :-)

    1. It came from a strong place in my heart. It is raw emotion. Glad you liked it.

  4. I don't wear sweaters. They make me sweaty. But I do wear windbreakers, especially when cycling.

    Just kidding.

    Sometimes there is addition by subtraction, when it comes to the sweaters you refer to. It's a good lesson to remember.