By Stacia (stacia_@hotmail.com)
Date: 11 July 1997

Strings of Me

I look at these strings I've tied to you
I have not laced too many, only a few
And I hold these scissors in my hands
Wondering if I should cut the delicate strands
Or should I just unlace them one by one
And loosen their hold, less damage is done

And then I unlace a string I've tied to you
It slides through my fingers, a strand anew
It may look weak, being laced-up wrong
Appearances are deceiving, it's fiber is strong
And I thread it back into the cords of my heart
It's texture is rougher, but not torn apart

And then I cut a string I've tied to you
A faster way, less painful to do
This strand is one I do not want returned
It's absence will remind me of a lesson well learned
And I look at the broken strand, too tender to touch
Better to cut it now before I needed it too much

And then I leave one string tied to you
To distinguish a difference between the two
A string not to pull, nor a string to sever
A string that won't bind, nor will stay forever
Just a string representing a strand of time
Just threads from fantasy's, yours and mine