Written by Jacob Ibrag

She wants to be present, to laugh at

funny sentences and cry when it’s appropriate.

Caught in the cross hairs of ‘what’s the point of any

of it?’ Contemplating purpose, she feels a tug on her

phantom thread skin. Nearing the end of her turn,

she wondered where all of her time had left.

Photographer Unknown

Over the years Eyes + Words has turned into a wonderful budding family of over fifteen thousand people across all platforms. It’s surreal and humbling to know that the art of poetry and story is alive and thriving. That being said, I hope that the creation of the Eyes + Words Writers Group serves as a vehicle and launch pad to help and support writers and the aspiring ones to keep manifesting words that many out there are searching for everyday. So go on and contribute, lets elevate together. Everyone is encouraged to share their experiences with anything involving writing.

17 comments on “Thread

  1. An interesting photo to accompany the poem! Also it’s a nice poem within itself

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  2. Forrest Pasky

    Nice photo. Better poem. Cheers. πŸ™‚

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  3. Nice, check out my poems too

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  4. πŸ‘ŒπŸ‘Œ

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  5. πŸ‘πŸ½πŸ‘πŸ½πŸ‘πŸ½

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  6. Very metaphorically crafted…

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  7. Nice phone
    Can you check out my blog too

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  8. I’m perceiving this to be about depression, sadness, and determining self worth. Am I correct? Well-written and tugs at the heart…

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