Of Maps, Stitches and Pain

 

Life has never been that simple
It can resonate through hard crashes
Metaphorically with symbols and cymbals
Like a tiny cap and needle on a thimble
In which the smallest detail causes some pain

And once the fabric of life is woven
Through every crinkle, crease and wrinkle
All the stitches will have created a pattern
Resembling a map to where we are going
But mostly, where we have been