556 – Threads

All the loose
And dangling threads
Of our ripped
Innocence.

How does one mend
A broken dream
Without having
All the pieces?

All the loose
And dangling threads
Of our lost
Hope.

How does one find
The simple strength
To go on
Being?

All the loose
And dangling threads
Of our dead
Loved ones.

How does one hold
To what is left
Of our
Reality?

Grasping at the threads
Of loving friends.

Fueling the fires
Of burning passion.

Laughing in death’s face
For just one more day.

Running…

Breathing…

Living…

Loving…

Flying…

Being.