Untangling knots

It takes the salt of many a sweaty brow, tear-welling eyes, tight as a rope stomach, halted breath from paralyzing fear, to tackle tangled messes of knots.
Especially if they are not your own, but you can wearily foresee the future strangulation for your loved ones; especially if you feel ever so responsible and inclined to act as savior Alexander without a sword.

Age is a good thing when it comes to messes and complications and twisted paths, it irons smooth the  impatience of youth, it salves the sharpness of anger, it even allows for defeat and letting go to be viewed as just another walk, on the bright side of the street nonetheless.

Thank you!