I woke up one morning and said,
“It will be a great day.”
The sun will shine,
the sky will be clear,
the grass will sway to the music of the winds.
It will be a great day.
I woke up, and I found myself in a dream.
In my dream, I looked up to see the skies were smiling down at me, and the sun was shining brightly against my face. I felt the heat against my skin, and I tried to smile back. However, I did not understand why raindrops were falling from the clouds. and when a drop touched my forehead, only to trickle down, tens of them followed. I looked down and saw a puddle of water at my feet, reflecting the scene.
We were little threads,
We were sewing each other’s soul,
we tried to make each other whole
by every pluck and stroke,
by a pattern that’s unknown
We threaded away from the challenges.
Fine, long cords that are endless.
But as we did so,
we embroidered ourselves with holes.
– Bernmina Tarnate