Tightly Spun

brown rope tangled and formed into heart shape on brown wooden rail

Poem by Ana Marcela Ramírez Cabal

Hubris, always tightly spun,
Soaring, gliding, comes undone.
Waxed wings dare to touch the sun,
Stretched forth arms with a handgun.

Injured the fragmented child,
Picked a bullet, burned your palms.
Allowed fierce tears to drip down,
Like a tempest, reconciled.

Now, pull on threads back blithely,
Weave good fortune anew.
Bled out all your winery,
Forsake, spill, leak the bitter brew.

Weeping your secrets to the wind,
Singing your sorrows to the trees,
Entanging lips intro a folly grin.

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