The Solitary Seeker

Each time we spin a thread, a bond is formed

A bond once formed has emotions attached

And with that array of emotions, relationships are forged.

Some knots are tighter when spun

They render us strong and secure

They make us happy and joyous and ecstatic

As do the golden lanterns unto the night sky.

They allow us freedom; liberate us from the confines of our mind

Giving us the veneer to a new start

But the bonds are fragile too;

And if the thread but breaks, recuperation is hard.

The beads fall, the lanterns lose their way

And the strength with which it once held us seek to now crumble us

These bonds are then like tiny saplings

Seeking nurture and care constantly

They live when humanity works to keep them alive

But if it breaks and when it does

It leaves us lost and desolate now;

Maybe stronger for tomorrow.

OR

A solitary seeker forever