Knots

I stare at them and wonder if this is symmetry. How can they fold into themselves that way? What does it mean? Sometimes I want to untie them, slowly unfurl what they are until I reach the center. I want to know what it is they try to hide.

I'm afraid of what I'll find.

Maybe it's a whole new way to see myself. Maybe right now I'm like that knot and I need to unravel myself, I need to expose what's hidden inside.

How does one begin the act of exposure? How do you cope with the vunerability of being seen?

It's a cloudy Tuesday morning and I'm bending and twisting myself until all you see is the intricate outline. There's something delicate inside. I'm afraid to let it be shown.