letting go
12:42 am
At the start,
A rope is there,
Ropes that bind us,
That holds us,
Keeps us together,
We hold on dearly,
Day through day,
Night through night.
Slowly distraction creeps,
Determination wanes,
Grips are loosen,
Grips are loosen,
The rope drops,
We leave the field,
Each one holding,
Different ropes; and thus,
The cycle begins.
hahhaa. ironic how things work out to be.
my mom's words will always resonate within my mind. i accepted those words at that time, but right now, i can't believe how true those words are.....
