Tapestry

Behold the tapestry
That is my life.
There are parts of it
Worn threadbare
From repetitious tale,
And other areas
Scarcely remembered,
But no less
Important to the quality
Of the rug.
It’s a complex story
Of interwoven events,
Strange coincidences,
Shear luck,
And simple patterns
That I call my past.
The threads from which
The mesh is made
Varies from coarse
To the finest silk.
It’s a picture
Of infinite detail
That changes color
In accordance with
The angle looked.
Ultimately it may not say
Anything of who I am,
Or it may say everything.
It may show me unique
Or it may show
How I am no different
From anyone else.
It’s the essence
Of my humanity.