Embrace (2022)

I felt it happen — “The broken heart,” I thought.
The breaking parts, I saw the ripping open of my chest.

At best, it made me think — While I was on all fours gasping for breath, grasping at tears on the floor — 

Maybe a heart doesn’t break into pieces like a terra cotta planter propelling itself off a counter, somehow more broken than when you found Her.

But rather, what if that feeling is a hidden bounty? What if it was just the moment my soul set free?

Combustion, that’s what it must have been!
Maybe that’s what I felt — 
just the grand release that happens when you finally choose yourself.

Maybe it wasn’t “pain”, of all things but rather, a thunderstorm starting — an homage to the Old Me departing.
New Me bursting from the lore
thirsting for more air.

maybe Heart Break isn’t the Worst Thing.

Just a catalyst for my catatonic catastrophic caterpillar to “embrace the mush”
before emerging an elegant, eloquent, emerald-tinted, heaven-sent,
fiery little fucking butterfly

With a new little heart that is just the right size
With edges rebuilt a little better each time
Cobbled together from flecks of love left behind.