Knots

For those who are so stressed it's hard to tell if there's anything else to you.

I am made of knots

The tangles woven out of fear

The threads that stress usurped

The skewed strings that made a home in my core

I feel them with every agitated heart beat

I know them for they are embedded into my existence

 

I see many knots

Throbbing hearts that struggle to beat

Lungs tied into ribbons

Breathless and aching entities made of knots

I feel these knots as if they are my own

I desperately want to untangle them

 

I touch foreign knots

Comforting nimble fingers

Working swiftly, dancing to unlock, untie

Fear and pain melt into breath and life

I feel their comfort as they unfurl

I panic as they look to my tangled strings

 

I hold onto knots

My fears and sorrows have never released

Always trapped, always a tightly knitted ball

Many want to untangle my ties

I feel nothing but my knots

Is there anything underneath?

 

I am made of knots

Ties of friendship and love

Confused with fear and heartache

Never letting go or forgetting

I fear what I’ll become without

If my knots untie what will remain?

 

Author's Note

I find poems quite a challenge and am never sure where to start, so any thoughts about form, word choice, theme, ect. I'd love to hear!