Not sure about this one. I like the ideas but I don't know how well they came out, particularly at the end. Suggestions welcome!

I snagged my dream on a nail,
watched it
               unravel
         slowly
into myriad silver threads.
And buttons, like coins of opportunity
escaping between fingers.

I felt the cold, then
like never before,
kneeling to pick knots out of faith. And hours
spent separating the discarded strands of what I wanted,
sucking bloodied thumbs caught on
white picket fences,
peninsulas, baby teeth.

Once I was done
threading it all back together,
sifting through buttons
(that silver sound
on my ear),
the dream didn’t look quite the same.
I found some things
that weren’t there before,
nestled between knit one
and purl two. And though
                  
nothing makes me sneeze more
than knitting hope,
nothing keeps me warmer
on cold days full of nails.