TRAPPED poem

Trapped

I am like a ball of yarn created from
bits and pieces, unraveling taking
place when miscues and events
misuse me. I become a worn
trail of wool winding down
from one shape growing
smaller, smaller and I
turn into an image a
reminder of a once
larger me. Before
there was pride
and boldness.
Now I turn
all inside
myself.

© 2004 Richard L. Provencher
All Rights Reserved

first published November 2004
Jones Av X/2 Toronto, Ontario
ISSN 1198-1822