As I continue down this meandering path I have found myself on, I have become increasingly attached to the written word. I journal every day and every so often a poem pours out of me. This one was written into existence at the end of September in 2025. It was at a time where I knew there was so much inside of me waiting come out, but the constraints of the life I had built for myself seemed to be my biggest limitation... suffocating really. I hope this sparks a feeling of expanse in you.
Shatter Me
I wish someone would shatter me against the ground,
So I might sprawl across the Earth in ten million pieces.
Then I could spend a thousand years stooping down to gather each piece,
And another thousand years putting myself back together.
As a work of art, pulled apart and melted together again.
Art so moving that the humans would say I was a masterpiece of the gods.
And the gods would bend down to take a closer look and say,
"Not our hand - not even we could create something so hauntingly beautiful."
I wish someone would shatter me against the sky,
And scatter the pieces across the stars,
So that I may wink down at the mortal life I left behind.
Then I could spend the next thousand years dancing my way through the cosmos,
Exploring planets and comets and the space between stars,
Brushing the edges of every last corner of the universe.
So that when I returned with all my star dust-covered pieces in my hands,
I could smile and say "you guys aren't going to believe what is out there."
I wish someone would shatter me,
Before I shatter myself against the cold surface of my own ego.
I have been beating myself against it for a thousand years,
And my greatest fear is that I will beat against it for a thousand more.
I wish someone would shatter me,
So that I might be free.
So that I might return to me.
