Battle of the String

Drawstring gets lost,
lopsided regression.
Seismic fulcrum see-saw,
iceberg visible—
claimed within waistband.

Squeeze fabric,
wringing forceful.
Inches, precious inches
caterpillar progress.
Lone string forlorn,
twin’s tragic empathy—
adjustment turned one-way.

Hopes ride impossible,
success always contingent.
Reconcile the lost, united–-
what defines struggle worthwhile?

Arrives reclaimed,
pulley-string functional.
Coaxing the minuscule,
fighting for mundane;
life’s little things
worth the war...

Sometimes
all we have is
small victories.