Finding My Inner Self: a book of poems

The Thread

The thread that I am hanging on

Now thin, now strong

Hope makes it change

With every passing day

Sometimes I'm at the end of my rope

Falling off of what's left of hope

Yet steadily clinging fast

Trying to make it last

Sometimes I feel like I will never lose it again

And happiness seems to be at no end

I want to jump and run and dance

Because it's at that time that I have a chance

Sometimes I feel so alone

As if I were on my own

Then I look around and see

Everyone else has a thread to which they cling

With every passing day

Hope makes it change

Now thin, now strong

Is the thread which I am hanging on