Break Me Open

Break me open, then, she said.

If there is no other way to unlock the next achievement -

Then, break me open.

Let love spill into my guts and through my finger tips,

And feet.

Pump through me, flooding me,

Gushing -

Let love drench me so fully,

I see the world through unbreakable love lenses.

Yeah, ok, honey -

Do you know what you ask for, love?

Do you see this is the undoing of everything you think you are?

Every sore bit that felt unloveable -

You see,

This too will break open,

And you won’t know who you are in the wake.

And your feelings may seem so big,

They’ll scare ones that lean into

Comfort over growth -

You may feel the irony of being drenched in love,

And still alone.

Alone, not knowing who you are,

With a fire that takes something to sustain.

This is what you wish for?

Break me open -

Yes.

I know I may feel shattered,

Again and again -

But I will heal -

And this is how we grow.

By allowing growth,

Leaning into it,

I mourn not loss of comfort.

If I base who I know myself to be

By what flows through me,

I avoid the despair of not knowing who I am.

Right?

Hollow bone,

Here to love,

And be love -

Even if I’m the only one here.

I experience no solace in

Comfort over growth.

That feels like stagnation.

Comfort is a useful place to be

Resting between growth spurts.

But no place to build a life

Worth Living.

@philosopherbonnie 12/24/2020