Ripped

This is a sad and stressful evening for me. It has been a day of betrayal, and unlike bad crochet stitches I can't rip it out. I wonder if the Creator ever wants to rip out the Creator's stitiches! This beatiful crocheted piece I have been working on for a few years has been torn, not in one place but in two. Ripping and tearing are completely different actions put upon a crocheted work of art. I choose to rip to make my piece better - others choose to tear apart. I look at the bright colors, made even brighter by the contrasting dark ones, and no longer even feel like repairing them, so deep is the tear and so mighty is the anger. I don't think I can repair this piece. Just the thought of its destruction has left me short of breath and with chest pains through to my back. Any repairs would scar the piece forever. I could start crocheting another one - but only to have it torn by someone else? Is it worth it? Of course, I have options - maybe try to creatively create something entirely different, maybe unravel what yarn is there but the unraveled yarn will be in bits and pieces, maybe just toss it in the garbage, maybe just give up, and stop crocheting. Maybe take all the pieces and crochet a wall. Maybe crochet a suit of armour out of thin wire crocheted so tightly that it cannot be pierced by unfriendly hooks or tapestry needles who don't like its shape, or are jealous and threatened by its beauty.