There are pulls in life.
Some help, some not so much.
Some end while others invite strife
but strings are such for the alive.
Multiple directions together call us at times
and at times we wait for minor nudges.
Either from connections or unsaid memories
these strings which are attached play our judges.
Some prefer to cut them, some prefer to hold on.
Perhaps it boils down to the source on the other end
for connections are the only things worth fighting for
and at times, these strings help us to stand.