She imagines herself as a ball of yarn, one that should be easy to unwind, but is wound too tight.
She is a necklace with that epic knot that won’t be untangled.
Tug it. No.
Finesse it. No.
It requires to be cut. But until then, tied, tightly binding all that is free in her. Creativity. Love. Compassion.
It is all so hard, her mind an endless to and fro, a winding of the key, an endless darkness.
Let it all go, she says. Bright skies bring happy thoughts. Kind words. Acts of generosity and self care.
Loosen her core one by one. Snap! There rebounds one tiny filament. An eternity of twine to be unwound.
Time crawls at once in the winding of events and words…
Time will slither slowly in the loosening of the tense strings she has woven..
In the end she will be useful. Helpful. Compassionate.
For now she is wound.
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I love the imagery you’ve created here!
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Your word choice in this piece is perfect. I have to admit, I was curious as to where you were going with this! Loved the ending.
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Thanks!
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Love the ball of yarn and knotted necklace metaphors. Love seeing the unwinding appropriately loosened w/ a kitty. As a tightly wound person, I appreciate this imagery. It helps me breathe.
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“It requires to be cut. But until then, tied, tightly binding all that is free in her. “
Wow, your post made me really intensely try to decipher all the clues of what’s eating her.
I love the knot analogy and the line above is my favorite because it shows that ting yang of the binding and the freedom within. Thank you!
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As a knitter, I was completely taken in by the metaphor you use here. I love a nicely wound ball of yarn, but those tangles – “her mind an endless to and fro” indeed.
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