The String in the Ceiling

There's a string in the ceiling

Right in the center of it

poking out, protruding out, prodding out

Linked to the drywall, but not reality

A friend once asked me

‘Is it to a light?’

I gave it a tug and a yank

It was not; still only a mystery

It’s a thin string, a weak string

It could snap!

If you pulled too hard

If you put too much tension--stress--on it

It could break

You could break

I hated that string

It didn’t belong

It wasn’t like the string of fairy lights I had

Hung around my room

It was different; I tried to change that

So, one day, I gave it another yank

Not to test it; to break it

And with that tug, it snapped

Not the string, but the ceiling

It collapsed around me

Insulation piled at me

The air was choked with particles

I was choked with tears

What a mess of my room I have made

With one swift action

What a mess of my life I have made

By putting too much stress on you