She held on tight to the string
Encircling it ‘round her fingers,
Daring not
To allow it to slip
From her grasp.
And each day
she waited patiently
For a sign
An opportunity
Her eyes and her heart
Searching
Holding out
Holding it up
Her hand forever holding tight
The string.
But as the light turned dark
And the stars seemed to disappear
Her eyes turned back
To the string
That she still held
So carefully
So desperately.
Following along its path
She then realized
That nothing held it up anymore.
Hope had quietly seeped away
And she had descended
Far beyond the ground
To where neither light
Nor stars
Would
shine.
Kova Soturi Writing 