Childhood trauma the fuel of self loathing - a thread of red.

First friendship strong and true, extinguished by time - a thread of blue.

Time passing so quickly I cannot create meaning - a thread of green.

Love, heartbreak, and learning to love again - a thread of gold.

These threads woven together are simply the beginning - a cord of the tapestry to be spun.

Self deprecation. Giving up on hope.

Feeling useless, weak, full of despair.

Cords begin to form a pattern.

Starving. Alone. Terrified. Broken.

The tapestry portrays an image:

A heart of stone,

many cracks,

glowing brightly,

by light within

The fibers are strong.

For through all of the adversity,

a heart still remains.

Alive. Persevering. Evolving. Growing.