maybe you were the one who started it
took the knife passed down from grandma
and whittled me down
a nick at a time
maybe you tried to carve me differently
telling me it wouldn’t leave the same scars on me she left on you
maybe i believed you
but one day it was my turn
felt the knife in my palm and knew just where to slice
i didn’t have to take it
maybe you knew that
bit by bit i
cut me down
you were never quite satisfied
though so
i chose to put
it down.
sometimes i still pick it up
leave a sliver here and there
but my roots are healing
bit by bit
what was stripped from me
returns.
rowan
good morning folks. currently i hear crickets chirping outside my garage. there’s been so many glimmers throughout the days, little magical moments that keep catching me off guard and pulling me back to center. i’ve appreciated the gentle nudge to look around more, pause a bit in between the rushes and take in the precious glimpses of what we’re all creating together. there’s a lot of darkness out there, but i see so many people taking action to make it better, in big ways and little. i know i said i would get out a writing newsletter this week, but i overestimated how much time i would have to work on that. i have its bones down, but will be working on it once this week has settled down.
happy saturday. i hope you find some glimmers throughout your day.
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