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
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