Hmmm…the tiny little line is breaking
Piece by piece as I hold tenaciously to it
It promised to be my strength
For me to hang on to, to be safe
Yet it’s falling apart breaking bits by bits
That tiny line served as my succor
Through the rough winds and sunny times
It wouldn’t let go
Until it had had enough
To have nothing to hold me anymore…
Drinking and Dry January
1 year ago
hmmn I have rread thro your peoms and I must say that I really like em...the sure but steady flow through them is remarkable...
ReplyDeletein this one though...what is this thin line that is slowly eroding?
It's called the TINY LIL LINE OF HOPE...
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