From the beginning, the key to renewal has been the casting off of old skin.
—Mark Nepo, “The Book of Awakening”
The way to the promised land is for the me to utterly fail.
—Jeannie Zandi, Telluride, 3/29/12
I saw myself
a broken thing
crumpled, bent,
weary to crying,
small and spent
and watching as
whatever self
she thought she knew
went spilling out
and sloughing off.
It’s amazing what love
gets away with.
It’s interesting how you slip that perspective shift into the poem, separating the I from the she. That in itself so effectively brings out the sorrow, and also the healing.
yes.