self-evident half truths

i wasn’t whole

i wasn’t unstarted

i was half-way

sometimes things happen, and people come into your life, ever so briefly, like a match struck and out as quickly.  those people, brief though they are in your life, help to put the broken pieces together, and go on their way.  i am happy, no, thankful, for those people.  remembered with some fondness, grateful for what they left behind.

i recently slipped my chains.

i am more than half-way

i am almost all of the way there

Fruit Don’t Fall Far

By Elsa von Freytag-Loringhoven

From Daddy sprung my inborn ribaldry.

His crudeness destined me to be the same.

A seedlet, flowered from a shitty heap,

I came, the crowning glory of his aim.

From Mother I inherited ennui,

The leg irons of the queendom I once rattled.

But I won’t let such chains imprison me.

And there is just no telling what this brat’ll…!

This marriage thing? We snub our nose at it.

What’s pearl turns piss, what’s classy breeds what’s smutty.

But like it? Lump it? Neither’s exigent.

And I’m the end result of all that fucking.

Do what you will! This world’s your oyster, Pet.

But be forewarned. The sea might drown you yet.

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Walls

Walls. Put up as boundaries, fences; a way to keep things in, as a way to keep things out.  Built of wood, brick, stone, barbed wire, they all serve the same purpose.  And sometimes they are completely invisible, built of heartbreak and betrayal.

I am struggling with those invisible walls right now.  Unlike walls built of physical materials, which are easy to tear pull out and tear down, my invisible walls are hard to grasp and pull free. But there is a door within those walls, and it waits to be opened.

I have given away the key.

Scaffolding

Seamus Heaney

Masons, when they start upon a building,
Are careful to test out the scaffolding;

Make sure that planks won’t slip at busy points,
Secure all ladders, tighten bolted joints.

And yet all this comes down when the job’s done
Showing off walls of sure and solid stone.

So if, my dear, there sometimes seem to be
Old bridges breaking between you and me

Never fear. We may let the scaffolds fall
Confident that we have built our wall.