Like a fallen ball of yarn on the floor,
looking to be whole, it slips from her hands.
A loose string, hanging, believing in loyalty—
blissfully blind and naïve.
Meanwhile, the yarn gets dragged through the mud.
She tries to roll the yarn back up to a whole,
losing the flimsy old end.
The beginning was gone; you cut that part out.
Irreplaceable. Irreversible.
You gently pull out a fresh string of yarn
to put through the needle.
This isn’t about yarn.🧶
-jineece
looking to be whole, it slips from her hands.
A loose string, hanging, believing in loyalty—
blissfully blind and naïve.
Meanwhile, the yarn gets dragged through the mud.
She tries to roll the yarn back up to a whole,
losing the flimsy old end.
The beginning was gone; you cut that part out.
Irreplaceable. Irreversible.
You gently pull out a fresh string of yarn
to put through the needle.
This isn’t about yarn.🧶
-jineece
Like a fallen ball of yarn on the floor,
looking to be whole, it slips from her hands.
A loose string, hanging, believing in loyalty—
blissfully blind and naïve.
Meanwhile, the yarn gets dragged through the mud.
She tries to roll the yarn back up to a whole,
losing the flimsy old end.
The beginning was gone; you cut that part out.
Irreplaceable. Irreversible.
You gently pull out a fresh string of yarn
to put through the needle.
This isn’t about yarn.🧶
-jineece
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