Threads

I feel like I’m sitting on the edge of a mountain,
And I could fall off at any moment,
But my sweater is caught in a branch.
These measly threads that seem to somehow
Be a metaphor for my life
Come together in some roundabout way
Divinely intertwined
To provide the strength it takes
To hold me up.

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