Unraveling

or, One of Those Poems That Just Happened

Unraveling

Like somewhere along the way I caught a frayed strand of my soul

On a sharp object.

Probably doing something

ill-advised.

More than likely

self-destructive.

But I keep hurtling forward.

Charging ahead.

Letting my thread play out

Unwinding from my core.

Unraveling

Only now I am noticing.

Now that I stand threadbare and cold

with no way to knit it back together.

The yarn tangled and knotted and

filled with debris

dragged through years

and over the dirty ground.