when I was afraid of change

​I'm scared to leave

This life I weave

For the tear I'd leave behind.

I'd hate to go

If doing so

Would rip a seam of mine.

The cloth, if torn

Would then adorn

An ill-embroidered scar.

Or clumsy patch

That wouldn't match

The tapestry so far.

And so I hide

All wrapped inside

My fabric, swallowed whole.

Woven in

And stretched too thin

For fear of a gaping hole.