By Harold Stearley POETIC JUSTICE

I Am Broken — Only To Be Reintegrated Anew



I am broken.

Not in a bad way.
Not in a way that needs to be “fixed”.
Mangled, crushed, fragmented, contorted, pulverized, disintegrated,
But only to be reintegrated anew.

It has happened before.
So many times no memory can capture.

I do not wish to lose what is unique and pure,
The spark.
There are parts of light and wisdom I wish to regain,
Once held.

Having slipped away,
Under the continual weight of the illusion surrounding us.
Stripped away by those that try to consume us,
To break our hearts,
To kill our spirits.

No one is coming to rescue us.
No clichés with meaning can solve any problems.
No platitudes of value provide any answers.
No therapist can fix such fractures.

But there is within us a type of magick that can be reached,
If we can find it.
To break out, cut free, re-form, start again,
With clarity of vision,
Led by heart and soul.

And not waste a second but,
Living every moment here and now…

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"Show me how you get back up. When the world is crumbling around you. When it seems as if everything and everyone have lost their minds. And you quake with fear for the future. For your children’s children. How you see the broken and cannot fix it. No matter how hard you try. Some violence here. Destruction over there. An unending dance of death unfolding. What helps you hold onto yourself in the face of it all? Keep showing up day by day. How do you handle the hard pit of anger roiling in your belly? Tell me who you are by the primal of your screams. Reverberating across the planet. Put all your rage in your mouth and howl it into the night. I will join you. Lips open. Sound echoing beside you. Together, we will be seen." —Shannon Crossman of @shann_crossman #HOLYFIRE #NEWWORLDRISING Read more: @kayharr73 @ladypantzz @dharmaunicorn @thugunicorn


Harold Stearley

Stearley still hasn’t figured out what he wants to be when he grows up, but he plans on not growing up too much. He’s had two careers – first as a critical care nurse and then as an attorney. Always a wordsmith, he freelances and teaches when he is not out seeking counsel in the wilderness. He finds hiking to be moving meditation and seeks meaning in natural language and signs, not in the doctrine embodied with societal domestication. You can connect with him on Facebook.

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