I like to imagine that there is an invisible strand connecting all people

I see these ties torn and reattached as lives go on

It is bittersweet how something seemingly nonexistent can hold this much power over our reality

All of us are slaves of the strand, all of us stranded.

Even in darkness where we sometimes lay,

our strands will be forever undying

Such is the case of our loyalties,

forever broken and rebuilt at the same time.

Yet as we sit here comfortably in darkness,

our strands will not abandon us,

we will all inevitably be pulled out of the dark

We designed the rope to pull each other closer and hold all things together, unconsciously connecting each other!

We can never cut a tie that cannot be reattached in the strand

We will never be left in the dark, stranded.

We are all connected in the strand,

pulling each other to the light,

pulling all good things together forever.

About The Poet

Ali Mohamed El Emam finds love and joy in writing like any logophile would. Growing up Ali found poetry as the perfect artistic outlet for complex thoughts he wanted to express.

He believes life is too short so one should make the best of it and avail this privilege to be humane.