Poem – The white Ribbon

nature experience kicked in again!

Clinging to the strings of a white ribbon
Torn, still strong,
barely
But just enough
In every fiber rests the destiny
It weaves the threads together
Trying to remember all the patterns
Cause there lies the secret of a perfect stitch
As it tears more an more
The tears weep over the stitches that where left open
Where every secret, every lie was buried
Where holes where left with burn marks of shame
Where perfection was cut to pieces
Where the needle had hit so many times
You couldn’t even recognize the surface
But if you felt deep enough
The velvet was still there
Soft like a new born skin
Silky smooth and full of life
But all he saw was torn ends
Splits and false hope
He saw weakness in every string
And dared not to hold on anymore
And with regret in-scripted in his eyes
he let the white ribbon go

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