Lifestream

While some are wading through their life and I find that I am slogging through mine, it behooves me to check wrists, ankles and heart and find the ties that bind. Those ties, it seems, can be made of iron or fleece,it is how the knots are tied that give them the strength, to anchor a soul to lifestreams shore,and hold one steady for the rest of lifes length, those knots that are difficult to be unwound, those that chafe and wound and cause one harm, those are the hardest ones to take.  So throw me a line made of spider web and lace. Help me pull loose from my mooring place, and set me free to float for awhile, down lifes flowing river; help me find my smile.