Tangled String

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I’m overjoyed to feel a hip
I must be getting skinnier,
It’s hard to see a pattern here
The progress isn’t linear.
Before I sat and felt the bone
I barely felt like standing,
At my feet a gaping pit
Relentlessly expanding.
The painted eggshell I lived in
Too old now cracked and peeling,
Again I was convinced to quit
By this strength of feeling.
Flesh thrown over skeleton
The parts that make me real,
Now that I have found my yolk
I think some parts can heal.
It’s easier when I feel light
Less weighty but still fond of black,
Unburdened I look ahead
And I repeat I won’t go back.
Not knowing but still fairly clear
Life is tangled string,
Circles and entanglements
Unsure of anything.