A ball of Yarn so round and full
Complete with vibrant overlapping strands
So soft and whole
So much to give
Endless creations to be made
Unraveled,
Thread by thread for others to use
Each strand so delicate
Each so unique
New strands pulled from the ball
Are a strong, pure color
Full of bright red, fibers from end to end
Others are used and worn
Over time the ink
Has faded, into a frail pink thread
These eventually begin to break
Down to the last bit of thread
Knots form,
Some untangled,
Some forever bonded together
But at times, more strands are demanded
The pull becomes too strong
And like all things under pressure,
They snap.
Broken off, forever gone,
Some strands can be mended over time,
However only if they intertwine.
Over the years the ball grows
Smaller and Smaller
Too many strands
Hanging loose and taken
When will it ever end?
Unrolling and Unwinding
Over and over
Feet after feet of thread being stripped
Being given so willingly
Until there is nothing left.
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