Undone

I returned not myself. Similar but not the same.

My memory had lost its shape. It was not lost, just infinite.

The world I had woven so intricately, became a tapestry of illusion.

I was undone by the mercy of your touch.

I whispered a prayer of salvation, yet my redemption felt like surrender

and my spirit begged for more. More than ego, more than mercy or devotion.

Thread by thread,

I braided my heart around the shape of the moon.

Moment by moment,

I bound my heart to rhythm of your pulse.

I was undone by the tenderness of your voice.

I unraveled my thoughts from the shackles of internal fears.

Each, a fragile echo of who I once was. Each posing as a veil

that hid the ambitions of love.

And then, it all fell away. Yielding its turmoil to peace

because I found light in the aura of your soul.

I was undone by the capacity of your smile.

I’ve spent lifetimes gathering what has fallen.

The remnants of the architecture of identity.

The wilted petals of roses undelivered.

The shredded garments of a form armored by shame.

My cocoon can no longer hold me at bay.

I have rejected the shadow of my spirit,

only to embrace the knowledge that it is a part of me.

In each and every lifetime, it is a beginning,

It is a gathering; it is a rebirth of knowing…….

That I am not undone by love.