I tell you this
to break your heart
by which I mean only
that it break open and
never close again
-Mary Oliver


I have turned harsh

with sharp edges

and for no good reason

I can think of.

Strong arming

and demanding answers

worrying

clenching

panicking my way thru.

Gritting my teeth

in the midnight storm

hoping to stop the wind

from throwing its fit.

What has being soft given me

except more questions

except the wide open

to toss them into.

Except to look in awe at it all

and accept the rain

as an answer too.

 

to the rest of the world