The line.

I wrote this poem after thinking about what it must be like being a single mother trying to make ends meet in 2023. It made me think about the times I had no money and how I managed to avoid the vultures from ripping me apart and leaving me in debt. 

                The line. 

Dangling by a thread or a tiny bit of string, I wish that phone wouldn't ring. 

Is it the man from the gas, or is it the man from the water, trying to remember, everything her daddy taught her. 

I'm always on that line, hanging by a thread, thinking anxiously as thoughts run around my head. 

Maybe it's one of those days where everything goes wrong; perhaps I should meditate, listening to the lyrics of a song. 💞