Boxes of beads pose on the desk in front of me 

Glistening in nameless colours

Tiny spheres, apparently ebullient, 

Seemingly dull and lifeless.

Picking up an orange yarn, 

I start yielding a necklace of paisleys and bugles,

Sliding in the beads one by one,

Eyes stuck on the light changing shapes on its surface.

But somehow the string breaks 

Clattering them down,

And I watch them roll over in a mess 

As they shatter into haphazard pieces of glass.

I absentmindedly clean the vanquished remnants

Not noticing that a shard has pierced my skin,

Like a broken memory of lost causes,

The thread between my fingers now reeks of blood;

Orange stained red reminding me of 

My once burning desires,

Now burnt out like the defunct dark beads.

Tears ripple out while cleaning the shambles 

As I throw them away wrapped in a fragment of my heart

I wipe my eyes and clear my vision, 

Noticing a glint peripherally,

Numerous other beads twinkle in the box

Get some more, make a newborn necklace,

Enlightens a voice from inside.

Feeling hope rising within, 

I pick up another piece of the yarn and restart.

Take it slow, let the ochre thread glow,

Chimes my voice this time;

Sliding the sparkling beads in again

The darkness within me calms down, and in happiness I smile.

↠ ☋ ↞

With darkxshine

Keep making necklaces, Nini 

<3

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