It is a series of threads
Each anchored to me
Reaching out into the world
Never the same direction
At my feet lay the broken ones
Ends frayed, some bloody, some burnt
Others pulled taut to the point of pain
The looseness of a few, tripping me up
The movement of some pulling me along
The rigidity of some holding me in place
Some I can see- some move off into the ether where I can not see, just feel
It’s is a series of threads
Supporting
Letting go
Am I bound
Am I the make up of all theses things woven together
Am I the spool underneath this tangled mass
It is a series of threads
Standing Still at the Speed of Light 