Maybe
Maybe tears aren’t weakness
Maybe healing sounds like breaking
because it is.
the careful shell I built
cracking open
to let light touch
what I’ve kept dark.
I don’t know.
I don’t know anything right now
except exhaustion lives
in my bones from years
of being fine, fine, fine
when nothing was fine.
At least this falling apart
has weight to it,
gravity and truth
and the terrible relief
of finally, finally
letting go.

This falling apart
At least it’s mine.