#NaPoWriMo Day 15

I’ve made it to the halfway mark. This is a big deal for me. I am a poet and always will be, but in year’s past I haven’t been able to fully commit to this challenge.  This process is stirring up something inside me and it’s a good thing. The point of this exercise is to just create and not thing too much about it. Some of the poems might seem wonderful and others might be something i put in a folder and don’t use.  But to get to the useful work, I must create the rough first drafts. I must create the imperfect. And And right now, creating the imperfect and trusting that process is nourishing me. I hope it’s doing the same for you. Enjoy!

But, now, here I am doing it.

break me

break me then rebuild me

i want to be pieces you’re afraid to step on

littering the floor

there’s glass there

it shows up in the ways i hide

we all do it

a voice tells us not to do something because our mother’s wouldn’t approve

we are the daughters of women who did something that their mother’s

didn’t approve of

the idea of being whole formedhaving it figured out has no place here

for me i call bullshit

let me look upon myself glass richocheted on the new floors

now thisl this is the unmaking and remaking

we must break ourselves first

then go looking amongst the pieces

and pick the shards we want

to remain