a ball of yarn

A ball of yarn.

It starts simple,
Just twists upon oneself.

It gains some momentum,
A little shape.

Oh, but it’s not the right shape.

Yes, yes, more yarn is needed.
So more yarn is added.

The yarn seems to be plentiful
Readily available

So keep going
Continue winding those tales

Until you no longer recognize what’s underneath
Where you started
You’ve lost yourself.

At the whim of a cat’s playful paw
One swipe

To unravel
To destroy the ball of yarn
A form created,
Even with some usefulness
And recognized by others.

But to unravel,
To unravel…
You find oneself again.

Weave me a quilt
One of warmth and beauty.

Unravel me.