brokeness doesnt mean a thing to me...i break to make newness have a space...letting go of the parts that dont work...letting them go...keeping the parts i know i can work with in this new day...laughing at the silly shape of things...the dream i held onto all my life...a crazy fantasy kept under lock and key for too long...gone now...
another piece of me is held up to the light...a bit of rose quartz...all about the hope for love and passion and gentle folding wings...
there are the dark parts which dont fit the new ways...but are looked at anyway...there is the broken sorrow of deaths and the metal weights of memories finally tamed...broken...and broken smaller...ground into dust...blowing away like stardust spiraling up...leaving me hollow but with room to now become more than the broken parts i carried around...
No comments:
Post a Comment