Photo courtesy of Daniel X. O’Neil
unlocking the door
to the upper room
she enters unto
an unimaginable sight…
she uncovers
an unending stockpile...
bolt upon bolt
of unique upholsteries,
spool after spool
of unusual threads…
understanding
what she must do,
her passion’s unleashed…
she unfolds,
unravels,
and weaves
these treasures
into an
unmistakable
mosaic
unveiling the truths
that is her life...
uncertainty vanquished,
she's finds home
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The above poem is based on a dream I had when I was at the very beginning of my personal journey towards healing and wholeness. It is my hope that the metaphors make sense. As always, it is such a pleasure to participate in Ms. Jenny's weekly meme.
