My friend Nicole published a poem the other day. Something in it spoke to something in me, and this happened:
if i don’t, you won’t be
Broken pieces, with jagged edges
Swept into the corner; dust bunnies flee for safety.
they were brushed aside to gather you safely
i needed room to work
Watch out! You will cut yourself on me!
blood clots, wounds heal…i am OK
Why do you care? I don’t…
but you do, this i know is true…as i also care
Do you? Well, then…prove it!
i did…i’m still here, and so are you
Yes, you are…yes, I am. You won’t hate me later for losing myself?
no, because when i win…we win