5 Minute Free Write: Wind

Thinly encased in life's trolly,
Hanging by a thread
Between the pulleys of time.
Peering through foggy frosted glass
At a rough landscape below.
Wondering how we've made it even this far.
Knowing that turning back now would be impossible.
Worse, it would be death.
Dangling from a squeaky wheel with worn bearings,
The tenderly suspended apparatus rocks violently from the harsh gusts outside,
If some corroded screw finally decides to give out,
It would be a terrifying freefall.
Just before cracking like an egg, that is.
And the splattered yolk would would be all those foolish hopes and prayers.
All of those silly plans for the future.
Yet alas, the thread remains.
The single delicate thread on which life hangs.
The tightest rope to walk with the highest of stakes.
Life, in all of its cost and danger.
Leaves us begging for more.