Threads of Becoming

I couldn’t get the fabric
of my identity to stop
fraying all around
its cotton edges
I was coming a loose
from the tapestry of my experiences
in public.

but in unraveling
I was able to let go
embracing the loose ends
without any major setbacks
or blows to my ego.

there was no surprise
although not every undertaking
clues us in on what to expect
whether we need to reweave
or abandon the project.

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