The loom, sourced by a dear friend 

Repurposed, worn

A bit rickety

One of many frameworks I've strung myself to. 

The warp, the strength to support

to carry on

to hold (and sometimes not) all that I try to create.

The weft, done and undone

second guessed, rewoven

rested, frozen in place

moved forward through blindly

layers continue to build on the last

ever climbing 

up and up.