Wednesday, 7 September 2011

Frayed Rope

All these needs, thrown in a sack, and tossed down to the ocean floor.
Still tied to me, with a frayed rope, knotted round my waist.
Pulling and tugging as the ocean moves, still tied to me, weighing me down.
What to do? The choices are clear;

Cut the rope, wave goodbye to the needs forever;
Or pull on the rope. Pull them back up.
In the light of day, open the sack.
A sack full of waterlogged needs.

Take them gently, one by one
And lay them out to dry. Then try them on for size.
They may have shrunk. You may have grown.
See which of them still fits.

All these needs.
Tugging away.
Frayed rope.
Old sack.

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