Day 9: Aftermath

picking up the pieces is never pretty

it usually requires some sort of shedding of old skin

learning how to be whole again

and which pieces even fit your puzzle anymore

it's always hard to let go

finally severing the last string holding something together

but it's even more damaging trying to

hold on to something weighing you down

i've found comfort in starting over

getting drunk silver linings

because that seems to be the only thing

keeping me from falling apart

and from my heart collapsing

i discovered something i wasn't very good at

something no one could explain to help me understand

i just had to do it

to feel it

and be okay with how it went

how it ended

i wanted to go back

do it over

erase my memory of what it used to be

but if i could go back,

this wouldn't be called

the aftermath