She's unraveling the knot.
Fingering the strands,
Sometimes gently, others not
She figuring out which ones to break
To untangle the mess.

The broken strands she holds close
Fingers them, ties them around her wrist
She wants to keep them
But any minute they will break
Or snap with strain.

Give her space, Give her time.
Her tangled ball lies forgotten.
She is engrossed in her string
But sooner or later, she'll notice
What really matters.