Can you Twist your Pain into a Tapestry

 Can you twist your pain into a tapestry? 

Take hard truths and form beauty? 

Take the cuts through your veins and the 

Scars on your skin and form them into art? 

I can not help but wonder how. 

Is it that the hurt that i feel is not enough? 

That the pulse that wavers is too weak? 

The shadows not deep enough

 to paint a picture on the floor in what light that remains. 

Is it the web or the blood that is too thin? 

How can you take your pain and make it right? 

Or at least put it to some use

Other than destroying that which is left of me. 

How can I loosen the bonds enough to get a pen down

To get the words out?

It’s not that I want to feel this pain.

Its not that I am seeking more torment

 in order to create something beautiful

 where only death lies. 

It’s that I would like these scars to have some use,

And I’d like my pain to ease something other than 

My force of will. 

That tether that keeps me tied to the shore. 

How can I twist my pain a tapestry? 

And not into knot that meets me when I close my eyes.