i am broken
and i don’t know what will come of it

is there something wrong
with being broken
leaning in,
letting it be

here’s what i know about seeds
they have everything they need
to become
what
they
are
already inside them

don’t rush in
with your light
these seeds
need darkness

why are we in such a hurry to fix things?

some seeds have
an extra layer
that must be
burned
away

don’t worry, they’ll be fine.
they require that softening
a weakening
of their hard exterior
and eventually…

they break

they break right through
that
protective encasing of theirs

no one descends
to stitch that wound up
we marvel at the
process
of life
finding a way

let me break
let me be broken
let the darkness
have its way with me

let my root plunge
into the shadow
in search of life

i am broken
and i don’t know what will come of it

do not scurry
to pull my edges back together
this wound
does not mend

may this break find me
a million tiny pieces
scattered about
the bedroom floor

may my
fractured
pieces
light up
the night sky
a fucking supernova
exploding
brighter than a galaxy of
stars

let this life
not be wasted
a heart
never shattered
my shell
never compromised

maybe the fullness of life
comes not from wholeness
rather from breaking open

again
and again