They can either make you
Bond or sometimes bind
They are intricately patterned
And finely intertwined
They can scuttle you with a
Volley of questions or
Give you those elusive answers
You seek to find
They can empower you
With freedom of choice
They can chain your spirit
And choke your inner voice
These fragile gossamers can
Become the source of peace of mind
These delicate bonds can sometimes
Make you go through the grind
They can be the salve to
Your wounded suffering soul
At times they burn your being
Like the soot of smouldering coal
They need be nurtured with
Care, Love and tenderness
And when these ties reach and impasse
And become the cause for sheer duress
You should know there is nothing
To tie you down or make you stay
Just lift your head with all your might
And choose to gracefully walk away
Tell me something, how do you manage to beautifully play around with words? Teach me ..
I have always asked this question Dew!
LOI, this is so beautiful.. poignant and true..
thanks a bunch Dew and Pixs:)