it's a new year, but i carry the same old weights.as more and more are added, my breaking point grows nearer.
desperately trying to find the light through the fog,
i fail to see the day waning, the dark approaching.
am i just prolonging the threads,
unable to accept their final destination...
or is their work truly unfinished?
fear of the darkness is strangling,
distracting my focus, engulfing my heart.
unable to gather the strength to stand,
i am as much part of the problem as anything else.
where the threads will finally end, i cannot say,
but i know that happy endings only exist in fairy tales...