Tying Ties

February 26, 2015

I thought I double-knotted the ties

But they frayed on their own

And I stood and watched

Each string fall away from the knot

One by one.

Standing between two cliffs,

I told myself

not to look down into the abyss.

Because it'll just make you nervous.

"It won't break."

I kept telling myself.

"It's one of the strongest I've tied."

And I trusted the ties so much.

With my own life at times.

But as I watched,

and trusted this tie to hold me up,

The ends split one by one.

I had put too much stress on the knot.

I burnt the ends so that it would last this time.

I invested so much time and effort

Into tying that knot

And trying to make it last.

But I'm watching it Frey

right where I hurt it.

And I'm slightly surprised.

And I know I'll fall soon

But I'll guess I'll just wait

for the next tie to catch me after this.

It always happens this way.

Then I'll just wait

for the next one to fray

When I tied it tighter than the one before.

But if it was up to me,

I would be done with tying ties

Because it's really just a hopeless mess.

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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk GudaMay 12, 2016

<div>Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. Keep expressing your heart.  </div><div> </div>