Threads of Becoming

I couldn’t get the fabric
of my identity to stop
fraying
the daughter
the sister
the friend
the person I thought
I was
coming a loose
from the seams.

but in unraveling
from the tapestry
of my experiences
there was the freedom
to let go
embracing the loose ends
without any major setbacks
or blows to my ego
without the weight
of brokenness
or shame
of imperfection.

there was no surprise
that not every undertaking
clues us in on what to expect
whether we need
to rethread the strands
or let them all fall away.

It was, at this point
I discovered
that there are
no definitive answers
to this fragmented life
only a chance
I might be found.