She was alive.
Heart racing, blood pumping, chest pounding
You would never know that she was
mind breaking, stomach turning, happiness fleeting.

She was hanging by a thread
expecting anyone to part it
She held on with all of her might
and pushed away those who made her feel vulnerable

But he stayed and he saw
that the cord she thought held her world together
actually prevented her from getting better.

She held onto burdens
like she held onto her thread
and she would swing
and it would suffice.

He sat and he watched as she cried
and screamed and shook
Because one day
the cord rapped tightly around her neck

"Independent and strong,"
she thought.

But she reluctantly called out for help
and he jumped.

The thread snapped and they both fell
together.
She let go
and so did her hurt.

She was alive.