Original Poems


Strings break, and certain things are disconnected.
Strings no one even saw or thought were there:
The slight connections that define existence,
And make our fragile spirits more than air

The pinnacles we reach; or then, the valleys –
The heights we scale before our time to fall –
The strings that kept us safe go unregarded:
And trust, most precious string, breaks last of all

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