BEGIN AGAIN
It’s a murder
when they tell you
you cannot do
what you dream
My mother used to say
you can’t always get
what you want
She, who was abused
by her brothers
and her father
She, who abused me
once she was grown
I suppose she should know
So we stand precariously
on the edge of the knife
of our undoing
try to balance
our hearts there
Can this be home now?
Then one day
without really thinking
we use the blade
to cut away our longing
not quite realizing
that very pain
is what keeps us alive
If you have died
like this
here is what
you must do:
Go back.
Go back to where
you sliced your soul
in two
Find the parts
you left behind,
and weep,
and ask them
to forgive you.
Don’t hate yourself
for what you have done.
You are not the only one
who believed the lies
they tell us
Forget all that
Just take back what is yours
what has always been yours
what is you
and begin again.
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