Silken Lines and Chains

Silken lines crisscross smooth skies,
Connecting you to all those you know,
To all that you have promised and sworn.
When marred by hatred and lies they turn to heavy chains
Pulling you in the direction of
Your enemies, broken promises, and lies;
They suspend your soul there.
I have been far from perfect in this life
And chains encase my weighted soul
But there are still a few last silken strands
Precariously attatched to me, and I
Cherish them with all my heart
And fight to keep them intact because
I know they're all that I have left and
My soul will break if I am
Pulled in one more direction.
I smile despite my pain because I know that
Only the strongest lines could have survived;
The ones left are the real ones,
The genuine, forever lines, ties that bind.
They are the few people in this world that
I would give my life for
And I think that with just those few silken lines,
I just might be able to overcome
The chains.
I am pulling on strings to survive.

Author's Note

I woke up out of a dead sleep a few minutes ago, at about 430am, and just grabbed the laptop and started writing this. I don't even remember what the dream was about. Meeeh, I'm gonna go back to sleep now and see if the dream comes back. G'night.

Reviews

[Wicahpi]

This is a really good early morning 'sleepy' haze dream write!
I've had a few of those in my years of writing (jotting) down stuff.

Well done and CONGRATS for winning the "Pulling At Strings To Survive"
contest! I couldn't think of something to write!! lol