laundering my life

working out wrinkled lines of failure in shirts I swore bye........ironing inconsistencies across pants i poured hopes and dreams inside

lacing together loose ends from lines left behind - flailing, not gleaning, dangling not seeing, vacant ideas, void of meaning

shoes that stunk with strings attached are slightly more snug and less detached

happier hats, with new stories to tell, have me thinking,learning and remaining well

wishing farewell to weathered, wool, which withheld wisdom and left pockets less full

the sadness of my fabric has fallen and softened, thus blessing me with the instructions for a divine design

blatant yet misleading, my internal life has been complacent and non-receiving......