And the writing’s
On the wall
And in the falling
Of the tears
She readily sheds
As she calls to her heart
And pulls the thread
And it all unravels
Sometimes that last thread’s just gotta be pulled.
Sometimes, it’s the only way. The only thing that’s going to start the avalanche of healing that we’ve been avoiding.
There’s always a last thread. The final straw. The thing that broke that poor camel’s back.
We fear the unraveling, but it’s often the thing that sets us on the next best path.
Of course, sometimes it’s a falling apart. But how will we know unless we pull it?
What thread are you pulling today?