Unmaking

Unmaking

From the inside

I feel myself crumble.

In the mirror

I see my cracks.

I’m slowly, agonizingly,

Shedding pieces of myself.

Are they the bits

I no longer need?

Or am I losing

My favorite parts?

I know that I am

Crumbling

Cracking

Shedding

Losing

But I am

Not

Breaking


I’m just trying to hold on for the rest of the year. So little time and energy to write or read. I literally snuck this poem in while cooking quinoa. Be well, everyone.

 

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