sometimes,
like now-times,
i can't feel it
don't want it
won't have it
but then,
crack me open,
with a poem
or a glance in the mirror
at wet-on-skin
pain i caused myself
by hurting another,
wounds i inflicted,
pride i crushed,
the everything i'm not
by the hand of God
and i feel it
and i want it
and i have it
and i've needed it
and these eyes
look back at themselves,
and underneath
the hull of hollow
is a green of growth
and beneath the shell of hard
is a sprout of soft,
and i know
that i know,
and i'm okay.
This makes me miss you fiercely.
ReplyDelete(Sophina is a pseudonym... it's really Tanya Sullivan, former college roommate and forever friend)
YAY!
ReplyDeleteunderneath the hull of hollow is a green of growth!
yeah. it's hard!
ReplyDeletebeauty has a way of cracking us open, doesn't it? well, that and motherhood! :)
ReplyDeletethis is beautiful and full.
hull of hollow...
ReplyDeletei feel this deep.
in your pain you split open beauty.
love you, friend.
I get this and it is full of truth. That's life, always learning and then learning even more when were humble.
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