A big ball of tangled yarn
That can't seem to sort itself out.
The more you pull on the ends,
the tanglier and tanglier the yarn's life gets.
As if the very thought of being free
makes it recoil nervously again
So many things a ball of yarn could become:
a sweater for a teacher,
a scarf for a reporter,
a hat for a scientist.
A terrifying thought that a mix of tiny fibers
will someday have to be one cohesive something.
Will the sweater be roomy enough?
Will the scarf be long enough?
Will the hat be warm enough?
The uncertainty of the unknown,
the possibility of not being good enough,
has the yarn reluctant to try at all.
So the yarn sits in it's container,
a Rubbermaid bin with a smile drawn on the front,
looking like it is ready for anything at all
but all the while working up the courage
to finally untangle itself
and become something the sheep it came from could be proud of.