There is a fragile thread, extending from my sternum
to yours. This thread is difficult to weave, but
easy to unravel. This thread is not
uniform
along its length. Wide near my heart, narrow near yours,
its diameter an indication of the flow.

But to my oblivious eye, we are equals.
In my eyes, you give what you take: 
the law of conservation of energy.
In your eyes, I am a tributary to your river

You are Scylla and Charybdis both,
sucking me dry then tearing at my throat,
your thirst tantamount to that of Tantalus.

You take my 
secrets, take my 
confessions, take my 
trust, you take them all!
Hoard them in your inventory, like the worst kind of speculator.
Sell them, spill them, share them with the world,
exploit me like the plutocrat
you take pride in being.

What is this thread between us? Is it 
trust? Is it a leash, winding around my neck,
ever tightening, binding me to you?

I am Atlas, and you are the sky.
This so called ‘friendship’ is one of ‘convenience’, but it benefits 
only you.
I cast off the burden of your friendship
and I can breathe again.

I reject you. I reject you.

I allow The Fates to sever this thread.

Mingled with my resentment, however, is pity.
I have my own flaws and faults, but I am 
aware. Ignorance
is far from bliss, it is a curse.

You look, but you don’t see
beyond your own reflection.
Hubris has made her home on your back,
And I pity you.
For the threads you weave are coarse and thin
and I weave mine of Ariadne’s string -
providing guidance through this labyrinth of suffering.

You are Polyphemus, you are singular.
Widen your vision, and you will see.
I am not Calypso, stranded and alone.
Yours is not the only string I wove,
A million threads emanate from me.

They embrace me, surround me, protect me;
These threads that are uniform along their length.
This threads go beyond my sternum
and into my heart, fused with the muscle and
saturated with blood.
Along these threads travel not only trust,
but all my love, my very essence.

I am Sisyphus, and my boulder is my suffering.
These threads are what pull me up the hill again.