threads.

our lives hang by threads

threads of all kinds

and they snap.

some of us fall

into the abyss

never to return

never to be seen

or heard

again

our lifeless bodies

sometimes viewed

shortly,

then gone.

some threads are like

miracles...

how they hold us up

for so long

is unbelievable

but eventually...

we drop down to lower levels

then resume climbing our way

back up another.

trying to hang on

it's hard

we all know

when we want to

smile

and laugh

but we cannot

because our knuckles

are white

from gripping

so tightly

cannot smile

through some pain

so what do we do?

where do we go?

is this what we live for?

why?

is it hope?

love?

a dream of happiness

that we can never be sure of?

how can we even think about

what we want

sometimes?

what we need?

when it's so hard

to even move?

ups and downs

all the while

hanging

grasping to hold on

for our very lives

to a single thread.