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SHATTER
Hands wide open. Fist spread. It is a child’s small grip holding the world. Fingers young and lithe. Love is not like sand, but try to catch all the love you can. Grasping at it and holding it between flesh and bone. Metacarpals and phalanges fitting together like jigsaw pieces. Electricity through arteries to a heart, into a cage where the buzzing can be felt rattling the framework of a life. Pounding loud and tight against spine and ribs and sternum. Shaking cartilage and quivering scapula make hands shake when they present their fragility to whoever is wanted to own the love you are holding between tiny palms. Your heart is much like your bones, strong yet breakable. “Strong yet breakable.” Those three words describe so much of what this is. What love is. What humans are. We are flexible, bendable, breakable, and mendable. Mendable in conjunction to, not in spite of. We are strong enough to grow back together not strong enough to never fall apart, never crumble into pieces, never shatter like uncased iphones, no.
We are loved enough. Not for our features or expense. We are human enough. For our voice and feeling. We are good enough. We are able to be hurt. And that’s okay. We are able to shout and scream and write and love and this small voice we as individuals have is deafening. Our willingness to break and repair is louder than the roar of the seemingly hateful world we caress with our childlike hands thinking it is loving. Maybe knowing it is loving. When we hurt and break, we don’t lose ourselves but grow, much to the dismay of the stagnant. But it is no matter, for no one can take away our ability to s h a t t e r.
Ash Gordon