Threads

A short poem about being followed by your past, but accepting it and taking control.

It’s been a long time coming
Now I’m on the other side
Endings: cut me loose
Taking beginnings in stride

I’ll be tied to you forever
But I’m carrying the strings
You’ll always be behind me
You can remember everything

I’m looking to the front
But I can hear you breathing
Always behind me, I hope
One day you’ll be leaving

I’ve opened my palms to the wind
But you catch every thread
To be worn on your sleeve
So that no-one can forget

Don’t you get hot in that suit?