the rope

the rope
The rope

Where shall we begin?
Climbing high
Or sinking within
Sturdy threads
That keep us safe
Anchored deep
As we turn and face
Wrapped round me
And you too
Tied into a chain
Slightly askew
Given at length
And legnth again
Into the darkness
Of our inner void then
Pulled back
From dire mentality.
Woven at the fringe
Of a bodies reality
All brave souls
Secure their line
In themselbes
To make it fine