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June 30, 2016

I Offer you my Hand. {Poem}

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I made the decision last night
that it was time to start packing.

I tuned the radio to a different station and
worked well into the morning.

I sanded down my shoulders,
locked the monkey in a cage,
and guided the elephant back to his rightful place
(he had followed me home from the circus—
ever so eager—
on a leash I’d constructed from hurt and pride).

I paid my dues to the ringmaster
and wept in humility.

I stripped my mattress of its filthy habits,
yanked the ego from my closet’s hangers,
and ravaged through my creative supply.
I segregated the neglected, unwashed brushes
(the “what-ifs” and the “I-can’ts”)
and tossed them in the trash
next to the pieces of ex-lover I tore from my side.
A flip of the pocket knife
and a few fine swipes to the stitches felt as pleasant as the itch that needed to be scratched.
(Healing always induces that itch.)

I desperately wanted to provide us with some sustenance along the way,
but I’ve rummaged through my cupboards only to find them bare.
I’m ashamed to say
I come empty-handed.

But if you’re willing to accept my apology
and know that I’ll do everything
I can to learn and seek out nourishment along the way,
I’m ready.
Hell-be-damned,
I’m ready.

I offer you my hand.

 

Author: Amber “Bambler” Keller

Image: YouTube screenshot

Editors: Nicole Cameron; Yoli Ramazzina

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