Ode to My Hair Ties
What holds up something,
That is bound to crash down?
It stands against the tide of a tangled midnight sea,
Each loop is like a promise,
And I wear it like a crown,
Each pull is like a chain on something seemingly free.
What comes next? As we venture into the unknown,
I feel those worries leave me, as I glance at my wrist,
Knowing I will have them wherever I go,
Whether I rise, or whether I fall,
When life feels hopeless, and my smile becomes wry,
I’ll take one off my wrist, and I’ll stand tall,
Where would I be with my hair ties?
