The thread that holds us together

Sometimes the thread is clear,
So clear that I just can't see it,
And I wonder if it is still there.

So I pull at it,
I tug until I see the seams coming apart,
And the thread begins to unravel.

It just keeps on unraveling
And I wonder if I started something
That I just can't stop.

We make excuses that sound good
To our own ears and to others,
They are valid and sound arguments.

But sometimes we just can't face the facts,
We can't look into the mirror
And speak the truth.

That maybe the thread that holds us together
Is not as strong as we thought.
The thread just keeps on unraveling. 

It pulls us farther and farther apart,
Until One whole becomes Two,
Three, Four pieces.

That just can't seem to fit back together.