The Thread
I twisted my fingers tighter
The pain of holding on…..
Cuts through every inch of my flesh
I tighten my grip
Can’t let go
I breathe
Filling my lungs
An invisible force
Giving me strength
I realise the thread I’m gripping
It grows thicker
I loosen my grip a little
Relief washes over me
Every moment I hold on
The thread becomes stronger
When all you see is darkness
Then all you have is hope
Hold on to it
It will grow
Always there
And sometimes …..
It’s all we have
Joanne C Hicks Pembrokeshire Poet 14/10/2024
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