Poetry
One of my most active LJ friends Mark wrote about a Montanan artist named Tyler Knott Gregson. Ever since, I've been nearly obsessed with checking my google reader for updates from him.
One of my closest friends at school has become almost a stranger to me. And it is due to a combination of lots of things, partially my own fault for drifting away slowly and allowing another person to replace me in her daily life. There was a confrontation in October when she caught me off guard, where I let my true feelings bleed out of my mouth. Almost six months later, she wrote me an e-mail to tell me that she was hurt and offended, that she will continue to stick up for her new friend (who happens to be a jackass who fills her head with fear and anxiety but also consoles her during her meltdown - that he probably helped create).
A recent poem by Tyler Knott Gregson has reminded me that it is okay to breakdown, to break into many pieces, and that we're all broken. And that though I feel broken and disheartened, everyone is broken.
You are broken, you will break.
You are the pieces,
But you will always be the whole.
Steal back the secret and marvel
and let your jaw meet the floor in perfect awe
at the pieces, the wonderful pieces
that are gracing the ground
they fell upon.
One of my closest friends at school has become almost a stranger to me. And it is due to a combination of lots of things, partially my own fault for drifting away slowly and allowing another person to replace me in her daily life. There was a confrontation in October when she caught me off guard, where I let my true feelings bleed out of my mouth. Almost six months later, she wrote me an e-mail to tell me that she was hurt and offended, that she will continue to stick up for her new friend (who happens to be a jackass who fills her head with fear and anxiety but also consoles her during her meltdown - that he probably helped create).
A recent poem by Tyler Knott Gregson has reminded me that it is okay to breakdown, to break into many pieces, and that we're all broken. And that though I feel broken and disheartened, everyone is broken.
You are broken, you will break.
You are the pieces,
But you will always be the whole.
Steal back the secret and marvel
and let your jaw meet the floor in perfect awe
at the pieces, the wonderful pieces
that are gracing the ground
they fell upon.