how swiftly
untouched
becomes
apparently untouchable
and unloved becomes
utterly unlovable
in our heads and
cores
how easily
another’s invalidation shatters
our own experience of
our own validity
how often
them breaking a window
to escape from us
as if we were on fire
translates into us thinking
what we see in the broken glass —
shards, blood, scraps caught
on the points — is an accurate
mirror for who we are
we must close our eyes
to all that
and chant ourselves back
repeat:
I am not
their wreckage
neither toxic
nor shattered
neither invalid
nor in flames
open your eyes
February 15th, 2021 at 1:17 am
Well, nobody’s perfect. I can admit to a few cracks. 🙂