The Thinnest of Threads.

Hope is held by the thinnest of threads
here within my head.
A yarn made of trust, fragile-
susceptible to the slightest of winds.
Reinforced by love and by courage,
taken in stride, once upon a time.
Now known for what it is-
a picture of beauty, of
what could one day mean happiness.
Happiness...: that ill-imagined fable;
a million lives and hours spent chasing it:
and we only end up chasing our tails.
Hope is held by the thinnest of strings
here inside my heart.
A yarn made of trust, fragile-
a breath of air may cause it to bust.
Now known for what it is-
a picture of harmony,
not always in that state.
I pray to God that one day,
some day,
it will strengthen;
that it will flourish;
and that it will find a way...
to stay in that state.
A yarn made of trust.
I know now: that it must
never become skewed.