I wrote this poem at a time when I was trying to contemplate why we are put on this earth with certain people. I realised that the people in this world, no matter where they are or who they are, are inextricably connected to our own lives. Consider how the decision of someone in America or Africa or anywhere in the world determines the flow of your life, and ultimately the fate of the world. So I compare life and the world to a piece of fabric, where a varied number of individual threads fitted together according to a pattern form unique wholeness, so that the absence of any single thread mars the perfect beauty of the fabric itself (every thread that makes up the fabric). I hope you enjoy it.
Each being is a thread, a fibre
Joined to another, and another, and another
Forming an interconnection of lives
Each independent from the other
But very much dependent on each other.
Each thread an individual on its own
But still connected to another in the fabric of life
Such that the destruction of one
Destroys another, and another, and another
Until the beauty of the fabric of life is distorted and marred.
Each thread is inextricably connected to the other
So that the actions of one
Ripples through the fabric of life.
Into this fabric is woven
Intricate patterns which stay true
Never changing, never altering.
Life's fabric is not perfect
But it's beautiful
Worth donning.
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