THE STRING THAT I HELD ON TO

I was on an edge of sorts

and smothering beneath hidden pain.

Inside me there were thunderstorms

and from my eyes fell the rain.

There you found me in pieces

broken and scattered about.

From far across the distance

you felt me crying out.

Through the madness

and the craze

You held my hand so tight.

And in that desperate moment

you gave me hope

that it would be alright.

Piece by little piece

you put me back together.

And like the perfect glue,

you held me through that weather.

Thank you for being there.

Thank you for loving me so much...that much.