I don’t know what has happened,
to the pattern in my life.
I know that things unraveled,
into a thread of painful strife.
I thought I’d had it all together,
held tight with mortal hands.
Turns out it’s all illusion,
that strength of silken strands.
I find I don’t have nerves of steel,
but ordinary twine.
The power that I’d thought I’d held,
was only in my mind.