Silk Threads

Friends with cancer,
My own journey with malignant cells,
Bombs in Boston
Children dying in school,
and on the streets.
Many empty bellies,
many lives that fail to bloom.
My heart, fiercely strong sometimes
at other times is held together
not even with duct tape and chicken wire,
but with fine, silk threads, bulging and fraying,
sloughing off in tiny pieces
with the knowing of all the stories of suffering.
I hang suspended, without breath,
trying to keep the thread from snapping
instead of just allowing my heart to break open
and build anew, from the inside.

~Brandie Sellers, 2013

4 Replies to "Silk Threads"

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    Mary Kimble-Hellen
    April 17, 2013 (1:51 pm)

    You described so deeply how my heart has been feeling. It’s that “allowing the heart to break open and build anew, from the inside” that keeps us from spiraling into such a deep despair that it becomes difficult to come out on the other side. Thank you for your amazing use of language.

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      Brandie Sellers
      April 17, 2013 (4:50 pm)

      Thanks Mary. xo

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    Laurie Sellers
    April 17, 2013 (5:43 pm)

    Oh how I love you, and your language agility, and your awesomeness. Thanks for sharing!

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      Brandie Sellers
      April 17, 2013 (6:15 pm)

      Thanks Laurie!