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UNRAVELING by Melissa June

Unraveling is a poem I wrote inspired by string! 
This poem begins with me as an emotionally weak woman with a lot of troubles in life, and ends with a discovery of my our heart's strength. In it I release myself on a downward journey, unraveling to set myself free. To land as no longer weak but strong! 

May we all find strength within us, even as a result of our occasional unraveling. 
Photographic art by Heather Evans Smith

Rope That Binds by Conceptual Photographer Brooke Shaden
I am torn, mangled thread

shreds entwined, firmly into a ball

tears of rough fiber discolored red

as I am cut, beginning to fall

Extracting the needle from within

bleeding, to unravel all my pain

I untangle, breaking off as I spin

decimated thread, with sorrow's stain

Ravaged strands, fell to be free

my weak twine, now unwound 

the knot of darkness once held me

though no longer has me bound

The despair that pained me clears

my heart's released from the sling

threads grew strong, dry of tears

I land, as unbreakable string.
'The dangers of Being Alone' conceptual photography by Brooke Shaden

Melissa June is a twenty five year old poetess from Windsor Ontario, Canada. She has always had a passion for writing. She enjoys writing poems that are metaphorical, poems of fantasy creatures, loneliness, love and nature to name a few. Her dreams are to one day publish a poetry book and being a mother of three beautiful girls she hopes to touch more upon children's poems and to create children's rhyming books. If you would like to read more of her work please take a look at her facebook poetry page here.  

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  1. This is one of my favorite subjects, Melissa: the way that feeling our pain can actually make us stronger. You did a beautiful job of depicting this in your poem. And the string metaphor you used to creatively express yourself thorough is lovely. I really enjoyed the ending: "
my heart's released from the sling
, threads grew strong, dry of tears 
I land, as unbreakable string."
 Thank you for sharing your "Unraveling" poem with us here and I hope you will keep your strings warped up with this blog and share more with us in the future. :-))

    1. Thank you very much, I am pleased to hear you enjoyed my poem. :) I appreciate your comment. I look forward to sharing more in the future with this beautiful blog also :)


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