Of the Same Cloth

Distances we've travelled while together and apart,
Of paths that wind and twist and double back,
Bringing closer, finally, a place where we can start
A tapestry to cover what we lack.

Weaving through a fabric shot with myriad emotions
Are threads of egos, tender, weak and strong.
Lessons learned, the work is hard, embrace the needling notions;
Relationships can rend if left too long.

Blanketed with sympathy to one another's plight,
We shall confront and comfort, clash and jest.
Epiphany! Complacency is opposite of right!
The battle's on--our hearts can never rest.

Clattering, the shuttle claps across the loom of life.
Emerging from the folds, the patterns blend;
Drawing strength from victories we've won through joy and strife,
The cloth becomes fine linen in the end.