Unravelling – A Poem

I have been trying to untie myself,

letting my mind gently unravel

as I try to find out

who I am.

Delving into the forest of

string, yarn, and pieces of ribbon

that has piled at my feet like water,

I grab hold of a thread

as if it were a touchstone,

something to bring me back outside myself.

This isn’t the first time that I’ve done this;

the unravelling fills the rooms of my mind

and I almost got lost within

when this started.

Each time I come back to the surface,

letting the unraveled string and pieces of yarn

f

a

l

l

away from my body,

like water or wind,

I take a breath as if for the first time.

Looking down at the palm of my left hand,

I hold another piece of thread,

yarn or string with a pretty bead,

made of plastic or pearl or a bit of glass.

Looking down at this gift,

I wonder what part of myself

will unravel

next.