sins.

After the string was all tangled in knots
I pulled it ,
knowing
it would only tighten the twists
knowing that the more I pulled
the harder it'd be.
but I kept pulling.
Sometimes I would half-heartedly try undoing a loop
but then I'd retie it.
And then I would pull.
I would make more knots
and I would pull them harder.
Sometimes I would only tell them to untangle
somewhat expecting them to jump through each other
and create a solution.
The string can't move though.
I know this.
Yet here I was,
willing it to untie.
Hoping it would.
Nothing.
There I would sit
with the mess in my lap.
My fingers fumbling like bear paws.
a maze.
a trap.
Complicated.
Continuously pulling
Continuously reknotting.
Creating havoc upon havoc.

with but one solution. one houdini.