“There is a thread in our mouths that we are pulling out.
There is a thread in our mouths attached to something in our throats.
There is a thread in our mouths attached to something in our hearts.
There is a thread in our mouths we are pulling out.
It’s hard to breathe.
There is a thread in our mouths that never seems to end.
There is a thread in our mouths that we keep pulling out -
in spite of the choking,
the pain,
the fear,
the grief,
the certainty it will kill us.
And in the pulling we begin to find our courage.
In the pulling we begin to find the words.
In the pulling we begin to find the threads of our stories.
In the the pulling we finally reach the terrifying truth of all that we were and are.
In the pulling we find one another and begin to weave a new tapestry
in the many colors of love,
loss,
fear,
and courage.
In the pulling we find we are not alone.
In the pulling we begin to rise reborn and make the world anew. “