Coming Undone – A Poem by Kirsten Ivatts

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I am coming undone.

This is as it should be,

An unravelling of all the threads

Given to me by others,

Often unwittingly

Woven into my tapestry of life.

 

I am coming undone.

It began at the edges, fraying,

But now it is grooving a deep seam of emptiness

As it must,

Uncreating a pattern

That is no longer relevant.

 

I am coming apart,

My life no longer makes sense,

Too many threadbare holes

The pattern is nowhere to be seen

Just threads, disjointed.

I scrape up the heap and bin it.

 

What now?

I am nothing.

I am a discreated being

Waiting…

Waiting…

Suspended…

Not falling.

I am the hanged wo-man.

 

I have no where to go

No one to be.

What excites me?

Where is the passion?

I don’t know.

I am waiting.

 

Yet I am not bereft of thoughts

And I am not bereft of hope.

I am not stuck in a heavy mire,

I am a light breeze upon the sea.

The storm has passed.

 

All is calm.

I am waiting

For the new me.

 

By Kirsten Ivatts 2016.

2 thoughts on “Coming Undone – A Poem by Kirsten Ivatts

  1. Poignant poetry the life of a spiritual journey and its prerequisites of the soul before veils are rent. So many are sitting in this space as the knowledge of our highest potential awakens us, yet the initiations into higher energy are percolating, growing us and transforming as we rotate in our individual chrysalis. Simply spot on in describing as only poetry from the sacred heart can do, the state of existing between two worlds. Blessings Kirsten, please continue to share your light and gifts with all, it is sublime!

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