Silly Things To Do With String I have tied my shoes together and then wondered why I could not move wrapped floss around my heart so tight that no love could get in forgot I tied string around my finger or even what the string was for I have knitted rainbows in skies without stars or hope to swing on then in a moment of weak rage snipped the rainbow into a thousand brilliant pieces. I bind my stomach up in twisted knots over things I could do nothing about And cried when the pressure was too tightly wound with fear to let go. I find myself dangling by my last inch of thread so many times I have lost count. I tied-dyed my youth in colors of bold statements and wishful yearnings of tomorrows And polished the car with its used up rags long after I middle aged it And when the line drew tight in the water I was sure I had snagged the BIG ONE only to reel in someone else's old shoe that I treated like new before throwing it back Bound and gagged by my own hands I sit in my self-righteous puddle, muddled waiting to have my sacrifice noticed, then no one ever did. I have been a Christmas present wrapped in nothing but a big red bow Only to be twined like old newspapers in February and set out for the trash I have followed a line of thought only to be left with a question mark ? I have been tongue tied and hog tied and tied at the hip with one I should have never known I have even tied the knot though never think I could do it again. But now I am unraveling at both ends with out a Boy Scout who wants to earn a merit badge in knot tying. Renee Delosier