It’s okay to break
It’s okay to shatter and splatter
Doing this will save you.
It’s not a guru
Or this book or that
That will save you.
And your terror
And your pushed down
Full of memories you pretend you don’t have.
That’s your savior.
Hand in hand with your pleasure
And your soft cooing tenderness
And the tips of the pinkest petals that reign untouchable within.
All of it combined
Is the god that will walk you home
Through the front door
Into your own actual self.