Weaver of Shadows – A Poetic Tale of Becoming | day 7
In the hush of twilight, she works—silent, unseen, ancient. The Weaver of Shadows, a mystical figure who transforms sorrow into silver thread, weaving the soft fabric of our inner landscapes. Today’s entry in the “7 Days of Becoming” series invites you into her quiet, poetic realm, where healing takes shape through memory, emotion, and light.
In twilight’s hush, where darkness reigns A weaver works, with threads of pains From every sorrow, every fear She crafts a tapestry, both worn and dear
Her loom creaks slow, as moon’s pale light Dances upon the fabric bright A silken web, with knots so fine Reflecting life’s own intricate design
With fingers deft, she weaves and tears As shadows gather, through all the years The whispers of the past, in every strand Echoes of love, of joy, of pain’s hand
In this dark art, she finds her way A path that winds, through dawn’s first ray For in each thread, a tale is spun Of trials faced, and triumphs won
But oh, how fragile is this fabric so fine! How easily it frays, like the threads of time Yet still, our weaver holds on tight To every fiber, shining with morning light
What does she weave? What tale does she tell? A reflection of life’s own twisted spell? Or perhaps, a path that’s yet to be found? Only she knows, in this weaving profound?
🌀 Journal Prompt:
✨ What threads of your past—both painful and beautiful—still whisper through you today? If you could weave them into a tapestry, what story would they tell?