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Unravelled

Writer: sarahtyler95sarahtyler95

Updated: Aug 20, 2019


I don't know how it happened. One day I looked down and realized I had come loose. I can't tell you when the snag started. It was just the breath of a thought telling me it was time to unravel. Rethink. Reconstruct.


The polished surface of my life is now rippling. And I can't hide it. The image is no longer clear. I had neat rows stitched together. I had stories and patterns. Black and white. Now I've come undone. Or unhinged maybe?


Now I question everything.


I've decided to allow myself the time to be unrecognizable. Hidden from celebration and applause. Normal, maybe even mundane. I'm a pile of limp string with endless possibilities. I am changing, thank God.


You have permission to fall apart. You have permission to be wrong. Change your mind, change your patterns, change your hair. Whatever it takes. Just please make the uncomfortable choice to grow. We can celebrate each other, one creation to another.

 
 
 

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