What if my life was a thread?
Woven into clothing worn by the earth itself.
I am part of what keeps it all together.
I am part of what is pulling it apart.
With enough wear I will become loose and useless, hanging for no reason other than to bother anyone who notices.
Most days I am strong, but sometimes even the strongest threads tear, only to be pulled out.
If my life were a thread, I would live a strong and fulfilling life before falling to the floor among my brethren.
YOU ARE READING
Book of Poetry
ŞiirMy feelings are written So I may find peace I hope you relate To these words as you read
