I see
the thread,
and it is beginning
to unravel.
One pull
and the mask
she is wearing
will be in tatters.
She needs to get a grip.
I leap to my feet
ready
to protect her
ready
to be her shield
But
one look
at her flashing black eyes
tells me that she
would prefer
to handle it
alone.
Yet another lesson in letting go.
For three word wednesday - prompt words - thread, grip, prefer,
the thread,
and it is beginning
to unravel.
One pull
and the mask
she is wearing
will be in tatters.
She needs to get a grip.
I leap to my feet
ready
to protect her
ready
to be her shield
But
one look
at her flashing black eyes
tells me that she
would prefer
to handle it
alone.
Yet another lesson in letting go.
For three word wednesday - prompt words - thread, grip, prefer,
9 comments:
letting go is always hard .
Beautiful. I like the unravelling thread you created in the lines themselves. Skillful...
Yes this is so true, my heart says hold on with a tight grip, letting go is hard.
This is very good - so much truth in there.
Must be hard to watch an unravelling..maybe harder than unravelling yourself..I think those strong eyes will see her through..Jae
Beautiful poem. Letting go is always a difficult choice...
Thanks everyone for your comments, they are much appreciated. :-)
well written, wise and witty. :)
you truly utilized the theme words to create a fantastic poem.
trisha
http://sharmishthabasu.wordpress.com/2011/06/19/grip-for-3ww/
Love the poem, but especially those eyes. They hold a wealth of promise. Letting go releases us to receive even more.
Elizabeth
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