Smashed Word Broken

let all go – the
big small middling
tall bigger really
the biggest and all
things – let all go

so comes love
E.E. Cummings



I am shedding my old skins
again. Onion to apple, just
like that. My center is a stone;
I know. Have felt it
pebble-skip its way across
this river-sea, released from
me, my hand and I. I have
traced my name in sand,
and watched it disappear,
let it swell with moonglow
and sky sorrow swirl.

I surrender. All. Small. Too
big to fit in this buzz-swarm
heart. I am pulling it all apart
like a clementine, handing
you a segment or two and
walking away
from its sweetness.

I am incomplete and collecting
new pieces. I am full, and letting
some fall. I am gathering stars
and watching their fuzz glow
smudge itself across my skin
like dead fireflies, spent

I am fighting my own fists,
the urge to grip these tender
things, keep them in my sights.

I am setting free this cold
caged heart. Blank-slate stating
right up front that I am
nothing. Waiting.



Day 7 of Grace’s 28 Days of Self Love challenge. My title comes from E.E. Cummings’ poem, which you can read in full here



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1 Response to Smashed Word Broken

  1. erbiage says:

    This is fabulous!

    Sent from my iPad

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