The Burning Thread: Hymn

Night after night, emotions reaching their height, tunes being composed, hymns being sung.

A tearful wish “ thread that’s being burnt.”

There is pain in betrayal, there is passion in forgiveness. How does it feel to sacrifice all the love?

Heart’s turmoil, skin starts to burn, life becomes hazy.

There’s no dance, no strings to be struck. No doors are closed, just memories to be drunk.

This scrubbing and this scribbling, the whispers and the bobbling, the winds that blow slowly, touch the soul, the spirit, reminding one to stay aboard.