If things went Right

you start to imagine

the perfect scenario

and it happens exactly right

everything

turns out right. except the one

little

thing

that snips the thread

and everything

everything unravels

unravels and you can’t catch

catch all the strings

and it all falls apart

and you ask

why

why did I try

 

and you’re left holding the mangled

ball of thread

and don’t know

how to try

again

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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