Poetry

Like a thin

Thread, I am holding on to my peace, but I can see the wear and tear are getting worst.

And I start to think if I give it one good tug, I’d be free of the things that push and pull me out until I’m too weak to fight back.

But each day, I hold on to hope that the things I can’t control won’t outweigh the things I can.

And the many threads of my life will hold on until they can’t anymore, and by then, I’ll have strong backup ones.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2022 By Deirdre Stokes