fragmented

I will tenderly collect ...

This poem was written just after I wrote last week’s poem, and they go together. Please go back to last week’s poem before you read this one. Read last week’s full post, then this poem. Thank you for being here.

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fragmented
by Katie Anne Jamieson

for me
Christianity
was a
developmental disability

the range of
acceptability
smaller than
one tiny leg
of one tiny
ant
in the universe
of possibility,
the universe
of myself
that I
now discover
I am an explorer
of my own feelings
that were exiled
for taking up too much space
it is time to make room
for all that
was cramped
and crumpled
and trampled
into fragments

all these pieces of me
I will tenderly collect them
I will bring them together
and see what is beautiful
see myself expand
and glow
reclaim myself fully
warm in the light of
this revolutionary
burgeoning self compassion

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