#36 (a poem)

#36

I wrote myself a love letter

two days before the new year

knowing

the first three weeks

would hurt

bad

&

that the rising would be

a cracking

a splitting

a breaking

me

gushing truth.

It will look like chaos

but it will

be

a beginning.

- 1.1.18

Previous
Previous

Chapter 3: Grandpa Knows Best

Next
Next

Poem: The Real Me