It is not for us
To untangle
The twists of sadness.
Its binding threads —
Each discrete strand, memory
Of loss, of melancholy,
Spliced, one by one
With fibers of soul,
Until becomes the knotted heart.
To separate them then
Would take the
Center from itself,
Alienate
That which is
Unalienable:
Worry from care,
Grief from love,
Heart from break.
Opening effort for Tantalizing Tuesday‘s first Three Word Challenge, hopefully picking up from where Three Word Wednesday left off after shutting down.
qbit 
beautifully poetry
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Thank you! I wanted to make sure I got something reasonable out for your inaugural prompt!
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Our knotted heart needs to be accepted and loved. Very beautiful work!
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Agreed! Thank you so much.
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Truth abounds in this poem; we are graftings of our heartbreaks.
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Thank you!
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Well-reasoned. Well-felt. Beautifully fit together.
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Thank you!!
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Beautiful and so true! The knot that has become exists only from the splicing and fusing of sadness and soul! Lovely!
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Thank you!
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Oh my lord, this is so beautiful! In love with the way you marry those well-chosen words!
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Thank you so much!!!
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