Wednesday, September 15, 2021

You Want Her Whole

You want her whole.

Trust me.

For when she finds her muchness;

when she gathers all the pieces of herself,

all the pieces you have broken, 

it will be too late.

She wont just leave.

She will trample every inch of you on the way out, 

Every unkind word you spoke, 

every stinging touch 

will fuel her wrath.

You want her whole,

For the chaos of her brokenness will make hurricanes seem like a lazy Saturday rain and tornados a gentle breeze.

You want her whole because with her beside you the world is yours for the taking, 

and with her beneath the very earth will quake with her tears. 

You want her whole because no matter how broken she becomes, eventually those pieces will call to one another

and pull close, 

becoming heavier than your angry hands 

and bigger than your worth.

You want her whole because her broken pieces will shred your frailty.

You want her whole because anything less is the swift ruin of you.

-Jessica Lynn Freeman

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