glory of getting the real hard thing you've always prayed for.
the reality of our lives.
getting unzipped to finally feel the stillness
of everything you create and control, demand and disregard
drop to the floor.
almost estranged from what pour out, the task falls.
not asking gently, it lets you weep and mourn those
candied commandments.
then—straight to business.
"pick me up" It shouts.
"let's go" It instructs.
no end or beginning, in or out.
we mend our hearts for the next moment.
allowing it to commit itself to beating.
only when its stops, do we stop.
BY MARGOT ROA