reflections of divorce

your work beckoned

and I could breathe,

reprieve

granted for two short weeks

I could be me

your presence

always destroyed

hard earned

fragments

of attained joy

.

I promised my love

would glisten

like stars

yet it could only beg

please

cease fire,

enduring through thick

soon wore thin

I needed empathy

Reflecting

.

two long years

of waiting,

debating

as you continued

hating,

berating,

grating on every

laceration

and perforation

of your creation

.

you forced me

to choose myself

to leave,

alone to heal

the infected welts

and in the process

I excelled

I passed every test

of your master’s

hell

.

and through it all

I kept my heart

strong

by forgiving all

who did me wrong.

I erased you

along with the rest

should your name

come up

I wish you blessed

.

for God beckoned

and I can breathe,

reprieve granted

eternally

where I can be

me

beautiful kintsugi,

fully repaired

fragments

of attained joy

🕊️