Threads

The words were drifting through my mind when I awoke this morning - floating like threads through my mind.

Thoughts, like threads floating through my mind
Sometimes tangling
Some passing through untouched
Yet leaving a scent of of hope

Thoughts, like threads floating through my mind
Sometimes knitting
Sometimes forming beautiful patterns
Yet seldom lingering, separating, drifting on

Thoughts, like threads floating through my mind
Sometimes clear
Some with meanings I cannot quite grasp
Yet they return, and I know that I am healing

Author's Note

I'm looking for honest feedback. I know, brave words, but I am a newby, and too old to be ruffled by your honesty, I hope.