Oh! The glory of letting go

I've thrown the silk rags into open sky

Stained of blood with fabric like a lamb

Drifted into another's grasp

How nice my hands feel!

Biting cold, stinging glass

Unmuted by the cloth

Hopeless, desolate freedom

Runs happily through my veins

And then, if the mood strikes me,

I'll pick up the needles again

My knitting can only improve