Dropped stiches

Carrying the haversack of past mistakes
To heal the aching pain,
the starting blocks of change
from the worn no time to mourn
Repaint
And make a mural,
expectations drawn
an almanac thats yet unborn.
My life it's shadows
Bold not faint
And hold the palette
 For the coming year
Drawing strength beyond,
from the syntax of the stars.
Let it in, to change the game,
self belief that wiil not wane
For with acceptance comes a balm.
 No dropped stitches,
to peep at dirty underclothes
Pot holes on life's road
The chalk and cheese cast by the
constellations.
Hold it like a pattern
the halo rings that circle Saturn.
 my intentions fly like birds
The milky way, not turned
to sour curds
Treading with a velvet sole.
The fleece of my future,
Fine threads all spun, evolved
Wool of tomorrows success.
I must learn to handle it with care
its comfot is, knited future perfection
 calender of uncrossed days
the phase of yay not nay