On A Tangent

The dictionary definition of a tangent is simply "a line which touches or intersects a curve at one point and touches the curve only once". Philosophers speak of life as a circle. Yet a circle can be created from an infinite number of tangent lines put together, each with a unique slope. The stories are all different, but they create a single life. In an attempt to find my life's story, writing seems the only way to see the full circle through its infinite number of tangent lines.

Thursday, August 22, 2013

Forgiveness

The loose thread hangs bare, vulnerable
I see it there
I try to forget it; let it be
I can't
I pick
It unravels

I find another loose thread, at the edge
I know I shouldn't pull it
I want to let it be
I can't
I pick
It unravels

I find each thread
Each imperfection
I need to let them be
I can't
I pick
My self-assurance unravels

Now it's just a pile of threads
Loose yarn on the floor
I want to knit it back together
I can't
I sit
I slowly unravel

Sometimes I have a knack for pulling on every loose thread in my being until I unravel like a sweater and am about as useful as a pile of yarn, lacking form or function. I wish this weren't the case. I wish the confidence I seem to exude wasn't a farce, an act. I want to understand how to forgive myself, and let the imperfections be. I want to be able to grow and learn without constantly second guessing myself at every turn, every decision.