Some days, life’s a knot I can't untie, a shoelace caught in a whirlwind, twisting and turning, and I swear I hear it laughing at me.
I try to smooth out the edges, but the more I pull, the tighter it gets— a tangle of worries, doubts, and dreams, all jumbled in a ball I carry.
And yet, I keep on threading my fingers through, finding little spaces where hope sneaks in— a crack in the pavement, a flicker of sunlight on a day when everything feels heavy.
Because maybe struggles are just stories, and stories are meant to be told aloud— with a laugh, a cry, a stubborn smile, until the knot begins to loosen just enough.
