The Last Thread.

                                 The Last Thread.

               I'm beginning to think. Why the hell do I stay?

            I'm living by a thread, with little reason to hold on.

    

         Sometimes I think I'll just cut that last thread and let go.

      Free falling to wherever the wind takes me.

  

    But then I remember I promised you, I would stay.

 And a Promise must always be kept.

D. Randall Dollaway

2025

Reviews

[JessyJacob]

Hi Randall's
Promises become fate but the will of your heart to keep promise that itself made your promise become true . Fate is already written....

So don't be afraid . God makes the way to give you strength to walk further to make promise true


Jessy Jacob ❤️
Thank you.

[Curly Grace]

This poem feels like a quiet breath held between despair and devotion. The image of that single trembling thread is so delicate, yet the promise at the end glows with a soft, steady strength. There’s a tender beauty in the way you balance the ache of letting go with the warmth of loyalty.