I turned it over in my hand This broken piece Of self Traced the cracks Noted the gaps Counted the missing particles Now marking A pristine floor
A broom passed by Grabbing flecks that soiled This hallowed place.
Its bristles shush My shameful grief Watching In silence
I should have protested asked for time Told my story Before This piece of self Crumbled And I was left to mourn.
Alone Or so perceived
Untill Generous Silence Gave them back to me Cupped In recognition Bound tightly With the string of memories As I prayed
He gave no rebuke As bits poured into my hands Losing fragments Between hesitant fingers He helped me count the loss That again littered marble paths Highlighted against its wealth As human filth
He waited Cupping tears that spilled Adding his own to the soiled floor Besmirched in regrets as thick as aged blood
Patient He shushed the onlookers Ready to jeer the fallen
Then I was ready He pulled each speck to himself Dirtying his own hands to lift my loss Into his apron furled It was him who shook my remnant free Of any last dust It was my King who carried my shame Out the door And when returned Knowing it no more
Did we ask to exist? Think on it… A sentient thought that Could whisper to a woman’s whom “I’m ready.” Or… Perhaps, As the scene was written The ghosts within the mind of God Asked for life, And he let them free. Maybe, We itched with in his ear. Or twined inside his being. Pulling, Begging, To be. But perhaps not. Perhaps we were but silence, Pregnant with potential. A question ready to be asked. A lesson waiting for the right Scholars interpretation And that was He. Maybe…
I have been waiting in great anticipation to share this publication with everyone. It’s always such a blessing to my heart to see my words in print, and as an acceptance from Door is a Jar Magazine was unexpected, it makes it even sweeter.
I first connected with this magazine on twitter #writingcommunity.
Door is a Jar is a print and digital literary magazine of poetry, short fiction, nonfiction, drama and artwork. Our publication focuses on writing that is accessible for all readers.
Their emphasis on accessibility for all and clarity so that everyone can enjoy and understand the stories and poems they publish is right in line with what I am all about. I enjoy academic and literary works but my heart is where the simple becomes beautiful.
“Within the cover letter please include your full name, contact info, and a fun 3-sentence bio, which will be published in the magazine. (We’re not as interested in how many degrees you have, or how widely you’ve been published. Instead, we want to hear about the real you. We want to know about the little things that spur you along.)”