Wednesday, 15 June 2011

Letting Go. . .

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,

9 comments:

Fear Not the Darkness but What lies Within said...

letting go is always hard .

creativeintrospection said...

Beautiful. I like the unravelling thread you created in the lines themselves. Skillful...

Christine said...

Yes this is so true, my heart says hold on with a tight grip, letting go is hard.

Old Altonian said...

This is very good - so much truth in there.

jaerose said...

Must be hard to watch an unravelling..maybe harder than unravelling yourself..I think those strong eyes will see her through..Jae

Ena said...

Beautiful poem. Letting go is always a difficult choice...

Susannah said...

Thanks everyone for your comments, they are much appreciated. :-)

trisha said...

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/

Elizabeth said...

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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