I found a hole in my world today,
Gaping like a dropped stitch that I just now saw.
Something had twisted the fibers away
With disregard for any law.
So I paused my knot-making, to look back over and see
This net of neat plans I’d so carefully crafted,
And I saw throughout the yarn, now mocking me,
The many lists I’d painstakingly drafted.
What the puncturing source was, I knew quite well.
I knew what had picked through the weave.
And though I regretted, I choose not to dwell
On what’s been done and not done and said.
For a far more pressing concern I now found,
As I looked at this hole in my world.
For the life I had meant to be wrapped around
Seemed now just a flag to be furled.
But surely the hurt is not so great; I can patch it together
With just an out-of-place stitch here and there.
Perhaps it will last, through all the stormy weather,
An ugly spot masked with just a bit of care.
Then I think of the time it took to make this,
Compared to the time still before me,
And I think this a chance that I choose not miss,
A chance to change the pattern and to use a new key.
So I unravel the stitches and swallow my pride,
And craft a new world from the old piece.
Now a ball of fate’s yarn sits here by my side,
For opportunity has yet to cease.