Holding On by a Thread

Holding On by a Thread

In the quiet of the night, I stand,

A heart in pieces, a trembling hand,

The weight of the world, a silent plea,

Holding on, though it’s hard to see.

The thread is thin, but it’s all I know,

A fragile promise, a constant glow,

In moments of doubt, if the storm is near,

I clutch the thread, conquering fear.

Each tug, each tear, seems to break the line,

Yet somehow it holds, a lifeline divine,

Through sorrow’s and joy’s brief light,

I keep holding on, with all my might.

For though the thread may fray and fade,

It’s all I have, my hope, my aid,

And with each pulse, each breath I take,

I hold on, for my own sake.

One day, I’ll find a stronger thread,

But for now, this one I’ll thread,

For in its fragility, I find my strength,

Holding on, no matter the length.