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


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



Published by kovasoturi

I am a thinker. I am a watcher. I am a believer in being kind. As I have grown older I have better realized the importance of taking the time to see beyond my own feelings and point of view. I am emotional. I am also introverted. Which means it often looks like I don't care, but on the inside I am being ripped apart. Writing helps me share what I am feeling on the inside.

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