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

Forevermore

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