I find miles of twine....
Almost all
attached to the most
Fickledest of things .
Slack ...
Lacking foundation.
Out of order
In huge piles
Liyin  in snarling
Heaps.......
The other ends
Tied somehow to my suffocating heart.
In my free-time
I do macrame ...
As therapy ......
....
It helps me to unwind ....
But does it untangle the real things in my life ......
So I don't have
Too?
Or do I think it just a distraction?
I do.....
Then I do knot.