Knot In This Life

Does the plans you once had

not occur

Your world is in a hurricane

and 

you are barely holding on 

thread by thread

knot by knot

To feel like a knot?

a rope?

twisted so tight

afraid to let go?

What to do?

or

Even How?

every time a burst of wind 

comes your way

you loop once more around

your ends are frayed

but still you hold on

all tied up

waiting 

to be cut free

Reviews

[reminder]

Very cool metaphor! I like the intensity of this piece. Great write!

[GamingGal]

I love the last couple of lines after the middle part of the poem, the ones talking about "ends are frayed...cut free" Everything in between there, I love.

Good poem. It flows, and the questions add a bit to it. However, in my personal opinion, there are a few too many questions. Perhaps you could try working some of them out?