Shunned At A Funeral - The Tapestry

I was born in borrowed morning light
Hands still clean
Heart unscored, white
Every promise felt like breath and sleep
Every road was wide, every dream had a name
I learned to laugh in summer
Rain, learned the cost of wanting things.
Some days gold, some
Days torn.
Some prayers
Answered, some outworn.
I
Stitched my hopes with fragile thread
Sang my faith and hid instead and
I asked the dark what it was
For when the floor gave way