Sitting at the Loom of Fate,
weaving a destiny I choose to create,
Old threads are coming loose, fraying,
unravelling the past I built.
I reach over, hoping to minimize the loss
but the holes are already forming
the damage done by time, man or moth.
Or all of the above…
So I refocus on today, and what’s ahead,
the pattern sweet and true,
only to discover knots in both the red thread and the blue.
Sighing deeply, frustration raging,
I calm my spirit, and focus my mind.
“I can fix this,” I tell myself,
“just take it one thread at a time.”
And so begins the process of detangling tiny threads,
ever so gently teasing the knots apart,
so as not to weaken them.
But my eyes grow tired with the task,
and my hands begin to cramp…
I wonder if I can weave them in,
without ruining the final product.
“That would be cheating,” I tell myself,
“and lazy, too…
“Is that how you want the future to remember you?”
So I sit back to take a break
and another thought occurs…
“What happens if I just walk away?
“Right now, without delay?
“Will anyone notice? Does anyone care,
“if I never finish weaving my own fate?”
With the past unravelling,
and the future unwoven,
now might be the perfect time to quit.
Let obscurity claim my name,
and simply clean my slate.
And I will never have existed,
apart from All-That-Is;
I will not have lived or died
or suffered, endured, triumphed or lost.
once the remnants have dissolved.
So tempting is that thought…
I turn back to my tangled threads
as I contemplate the cost…