Gordion Nightmare

by variousglimpses

It’s like untying a knot

A piece of myself

That lay neglected too long

And became snarled

Near irretrievably


I pick at a thread

Til I’ve broken every nail

And finally,  some give

A fractional loosening

An easier breath


And then all at once

A rush of momentum

As I pull the thread through

Only to be confronted

With further constriction


“Cut the cord,” some say

“Let the pieces fall, turn your back”

These wannabe Alexanders

With their brutally neat solutions

Never understand


If I did that, I’d have nothing left

To pull myself back together