How poetic can you be? Write a short poem about what you see!

You left me lying

in a deep pool

life so tangled--

in a Gordian Knot.

I try to attack it

with an old pocket knife

but it's too dull,

to get it right.

Instead of becoming

a favorite memory

you're an obstacle

who won't let me be.

Knots inside, ties that bind,

Mind sinks low running out of time.

A hold so tightplease help me,

In the end I can no longer breathe

The Knot a symbol its true. Of a time when life was hard. Working with your hands, as crew. Fingernails short, skin tough and scarred.

The rope burns as it slides through . Hardened hands the sign of a Man. Sometimes life becomes too hard, for a few. The rope is where it all began.

Fishermen stand on the shore.

Their nets pulled in for the day. Their clothes not new but worn. Their smiles and laughter say. Its hard but with friends and family. The fish, the nets and the sea. Life's good as can be.

✴STEPS ✴

✴Step 1, step 2 , step 3 .

A strong knot you face. In a hurry it attacks like it was in a race.

✴Step 1, step 2 , step 3.

Your soul is choking. You can't even breathe or make anyone hear your knocking.

✴Step 1, step 2, step 3.

No one can hear or see. No one can help. Alone but not free.

✴Step 1, step 2, step 3.

Be patient, pray, reform your intentions. Focus, and just do straight, purposeful actions.

✴Step 1, step 2, step 3 .

One up, other down. Free one, even if you lose your crown.

✴Step1, step 2, step 3.

Step by step. This knot will be solved, will end.

✴ Everything has steps.

Don't be in rush some confusion with puzzle exists.

It turns you from weakness to strength , then rest.

Keep moving on your stable steps.

That's the whole trust. The high crest.

✨Marwa ✨

19/1/2019

@MarwaMa38672749

IT IS NOT OVER YET

PLEASE DON'T TIE ME UP

I HAVE A KNOT IN MY TUMMY

I JUST MIGHT THROW UP

IT IS NOT EVER WRONG TO

BE TIED UP WITH LOVE

ESPECIALLY IF IT IS REAL

AND SENT FROM ABOVE

Each thread to twine,

Each twine to rope,

Each rope to knot,

Each knot to wood,

does fasten,

To hang the swing between the trees,

To swing and feel the summer breeze.

By the sacred motion of nature

is violence, life’s essence, made,

as the Great forces pull creation

and it’s many cables taut,

all great conflict meets in equilibrium

within I, The Gordian Knot,

and whomever shall undo me

i promise to you the world.

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