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Dangling too long by a thread of hope
my heart's become entombed again,
in the same cocoon of self protection
I always spin to save myself from falling…

after so many times finding myself at the end,
hanging on by a fingertip's grasp,
too afraid to let go,
too paralyzed to climb,
I stay suspended for far too long
exhausted by the mere act
of wanting to love

That last fine strand is all
I have left to hold onto,
the only lifeline
you've given me

bits and pieces of
your alluded promises
and feelings float across
my consciousness;
just a word here
or there…

not quite committing,
not quite saying farewell

Now I know,
as clearly as anyone can,
what it means to be
‘strung along'
whether by my own
long held desire
and undying hope...
or yours

Maybe it's time
to sever the thread
and just freefall
into you…
or into

K.Tate Jacoby
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