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Art by Liliana Kleiner |
I
grant you permission to fall apart.
here,
I
will make you this nest
here,
I
will tie your hair back
here,
I
will wait with you
Your
heart is a stone sunk to the bottom
of
the bottom
Hot
and cold
a
dead thing, pulsating
a
thing that cannot be
Let
it be that.
Your
skin is coming off,
peeling
and sloughing around the
coarse
string you’ve used to truss
yourself,
to keep your old shape,
the
one we all rely on
Cut
it off; shed it all
The
howl that is developing
in
the subterranean pockets
of
your grief,
that
is swirling behind your name,
a
sound that is a mouth in shock at its gaping
Release
it
Here.
Now.
Look
in the mirror of my face
See
what I see:
All
that you broke was already broken
See
what I see:
All
that you shed was no longer yours
Your
renewal is centuries old,
made
of the shed pieces of the
winters
of your ancestors
Your
storm is the honest expression of the sun:
Turning
seeds to crops, turned thresh turned dust
Explosions
of stardust and the wind of creation;
We
are what’s left after God fell apart
An excerpt from the girl god anthology, Inanna's Ascent: Reclaiming Female Power.
Nina
Erin Hofmeijer
is a writer, mother, healer and mostly-gentle truth-teller living in
Eugene, OR.
Wow..... that poem is amazing. I really felt it. <3
ReplyDeleteI needed to hear this today!
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful but also sad. We should all feel free to fall apart at times.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and much needed. <3
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