I'm held by a string
It keeps me from moving forward, so
I pull it in tight.
It pulls back and I fall on my face. So
I lie in the dirt, crying from the pain
as I pick myself up, sigh and try again.
I let it go.
Then I find myself spiraling out of control
and I brace for the impact as I once again
fall on my face. So
I lie in the dirt, crying from the pain
as I pick myself up, sigh and try again.
I repeat the cycle time and time again
the results not changing.
My face is bruised, bloodied and broken
my tears washing away the dirt.
I sit; defeated as I sob, I notice
a glint of metal next to me.
Scissors.
Why didnt I look for another answer?
Who knows. So
I cut the string.
And I fall into a pile of soft feathers.
My tears are gently kissed away and
my wounds are healed.
I look behind me.
It's dark.
Oh well.
I fall asleep and dream.
