Delicate Threads Poem by Paul Reed

With delicate threads we are all bound between
Unseen ties ravelled around each thought and movement
And fear is held in check by such flimsy wrapping
Normality, bobbing like a lobster pot in choppy waters
Floundering but then recovering and righting itself
Again and again;
We pretend and dream to keep ourselves afloat
But we are not good swimmers;
And our lives sway and totter with each wave
Our skins, impermeable at first
With the authority of youth
Age and gradually let in the water
Which threatens to dissolve the precious gossamer binds
And submerge our sanity
We hang on and keep bailing out the blues
And with soundless fright
Reach for daylight from the night