10/08/2025
Inktober Day 2 Prompt 'Weave'
Wonder Stitched into Rhythm
She learned early
that words could shimmer.
That stories could soften
what life refused to change.
So she sat at her loom,
a tangle of thread and ache,
weaving worlds from scraps of sky.
When the house was too loud,
she painted it quiet.
When the night was too heavy,
she stitched in a moon.
She could spin sorrow
into silk if given time.
She could take the truth,
ragged and cold,
and wrap it in color
until even grief felt gentle.
They called her imaginative.
They never saw the cost,
how every bright thread
was pulled from somewhere tender.
Still, she wove.
Because the loom listened
when no one else did.
Because the stories she made
were kinder than the ones she lived.
And maybe that was her gift,
not escape,
but endurance.
Turning pain to pattern,
and fear to form,
until even the breaking
sounded like a song.
wonder stitched into rhythm.
Clearly, I am not off to a great start this year, already behind, but I am determined to complete Inktober, even if I am a little late. I really enjoyed participating last year and met so many amazing artists here. It has been a privilege to watch you all grow and push yourselves and your art even further over the past year. I'm excited to see the rest of this Inktober unfold, you all are so talented! Keep up the great work and hard work!
