I called it a dismantling
and there’s an angel up there
who knows the art
of a good drama and
she calls it a deconstruction
of character
(or she would if she didn’t
care). You call it a
collapse and it is perfect
like beliefs are such fragile
matchsticks and flames are
hungry for space, licking
their lips as identities disappear
specifically yours
and it’s not a safe place to be
when you want control
or even a sense of it
I hope you fall gracefully
because big trees can be very stubborn
under new winds
Tags: 2010, beliefs, changes, grace, identity, perfection, surrender, undoing, writing
Thank you so much for sharing this. I think it’s a good sign if my story moves you to write yourself!
Spoiler alert: I don’t fall gracefully. I fall most ungracefully. And yet, grace catches me anyway.
xx
M
Yeah, love it when I get inspired by other people’s creations and life. thanks for being one of them!!