she did not find the grim
in falling apart.
for every time she found herself to be broken
she knew
she was brutally remaking herself
and collapsing to be reborn
like a rioting star;
haunting the dark sky.
It's in the choosing
to be part of a creative project.
The choice is always made with the greatest intention,
the desire is always for
the outcome to fill the holes,
clean up the piles of old debris.
Yet, when the Soul desires breakdown
to expose the light
into the darkest cracks,
you just let it happen.
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