When we finally arrived at our new life, I found the person I had packed up would not do at all. Four boxes of clothing and only two pairs of Levi’s?
Who have I become?
I went back to open that dark door again,
but found only a small, bright window where it used to be.
And what should I make of that?
It’s been over a year and I just switched my focus forward from all I left behind. Had I waited a moment longer, I might have fallen right over the edge of my life.
Motherhood broke my heart and I can’t keep anyone out anymore.
I’m going back to ugly places, where there are beautiful lines, poorly housed in shanty poems. And when I get there, I’ll be kind to the girl who wrote all that falling down poetry. Even if she’s a stranger now, I walked here in her shoes.