And if you choose

To unravel my life

As though that I am nothing

But a tightly rolled ball

Of coarsest twine

Without pattern or color

It is all in your hands . . .

Yet, you may also choose to knit me lovingly

In bold and beautiful weave

The stitches may be loose

Or bound up tightly

In intricate impossibilities

For you are my maker, and I

But a ball of twine

In your hands

Do with me

As you wish

For I am yours


11 thoughts on “Ball of Twine

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.