Unstoppable

Sometimes,
just sometimes,
I feel my world coming undone.
Like an old garment coming apart
and no matter how good a seamstress I may be
I can't piece it back together.
Other times, like someone is ripping it apart,
like a dress during rape.
And I, the victim,
helpless to do anything to stop the destruction of my world.

The fabric of my life
now lies on the floor.

November 25, 2001