Grasping at
straws
we seek to fill
the
holes in
ourselves
and cover our
flaws.
Holes of what we have lost,
or have never found
straw fills poorly
and at such a cost.
Straw is a poor base
upon which to build
it crumbles, it fails
as is often the case.
Yet a straw is a chance,
a hope, a dream,
part of life to be lived,
part of the dance.