Today’s poem is something I had the easiest time writing because of my side-hustle (crocheting). One of the best things about being a writer is how you can associate the smallest things around you to nothing and everything at the same time. Of course, when I started writing this poem, I had to rework it a couple times because I wasn’t sure of the direction I wanted it to take. But when you find that flow of poetry in you, it just makes writing so fun!
The prompt for day 6 via napowrimo.net was to write about the weirdest piece of wisdom you’ve received that always stayed with you. To me, that was that ‘like a twisted knot, the journey of self-discovery often requires getting tangled up before finding clarity’. Essentially, things get much worse before they get better, but also that you have to get through the mess to discover what clarity truly is. Now that I am also crocheting more than ever, this was something I had it the easiest to write about.
I hope you like my poem! Happy reading! Xx
What am I but a skein of tangled yarn? What are my emotions but impossible knots? The further I unwind myself, the worse it actually seems– what am I if not beyond saving?
Who could ever want to knit their dreams with me? Who could ever hack through the thickets of my misery? What would one unravel from my complexity? Who’d sacrifice their precious moments over untangling everything I could ever be? What effort must it take, I wonder, to craft a tangled mess like me into a thing of beauty. I am the skein of yarn they keep around because nobody ever seems to know what would become of me.
Should I ever unravel my mysteries, lay them stretched out from end to end, would it be simpler for those who choose me? Or would I be the best skein of yarn a craftsman has ever beheld? What am I but a medium begging its craftsman to make priceless art out of me? When no craftsman appears, my own fate comes down to me. Who could ever know who I am better than me?
I tug and I twist, and I unravel the entire sum of what I am. With every length of my skein unravelled, I discover there is so much left. The raw potential, the growth, the stories, the lessons come back to me – like a twisted knot, the journey of self-discovery often requires getting tangled up before finding clarity.
~© Shubhangi Srinivasan.
So that was me for today! Now I’m gonna go back to having the best weekend ever with my best friend, and you can feel free to let me know your thoughts in the comments below! I’d love to hear from you guys. You can also come say ‘Hi’ to me on my socials!
See you tomorrow with more poetry!
Cheerio! Xx
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