Strings

The strings, fragile, are easily cut,

which bind us to life,

to which are tied,

a thousand dreams,

a million memories ,

and the reason to live,

which sustains us.

My strings are losing grip,

starting to wear out,

they’re starting to rip,

with nothing left behind,

Just some regrets,

unsaid words,

and some broken promises,

which linger behind,

even when we become

eternal.

~Saadia