Tangles we inherit

despite our merit

and tangles we weave

often deceive.

Distressed, disheartened, and fatigued

seems its time to surrender and feel relieved.

Tried hard enough--their unraveling is simply way beyond my league.

Then I discover that what I mistook for a wall

is only a smokescreen after all.

Beyond it is a secret passageway

from which I have blindly kept myself at bay.

Walls become guides and master keys

and I become a woman who sees

that when I clear the space which I merely lent

tangles unravel with true intent.