Daughters Of Necessity

I knew I could never go back there,
life’s tapestry is the fates' business.
If they had elected to tie a bloody
great knot on the cusp of my seventeenth year
how could I, a daft adolescent mortal
unravel it?
Even if I had managed to,
who’s to say I would have chosen
the right thread koltho spins to cling to.

No, it’s far too late for regret
what happened, happened.
Look forward better to forget.

Lakhesis’s threads lengthen.

Try not to waste the rest of the weave,
best foot forward try to believe that
before Atropos makes her final cut
the whole picture will make sense
when put to the test.

The knot became a bud
that continues to bloom and grow
across the fabric of my life,
it became a rose
with offshoots of its own.
So, even if it were possible
I would feel no desire to return to unpick it.

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