Threads

we are born into the world

still tied to the one we left behind

living can't begin till the cord is cut

leaving again maybe it is the Fates

waiting to shear that slender strand

or us just shuffling off this mortal coil

but there are threads that hold us

in life and death, and in between

we seek the ties that bind

weaving threads together

adding knots, endurance, assurance

yet even the strongest have fraying ends

threads break, knots come undone

but we keep weaving, creating 

flawed beauty, but beauty still