There are parts of me that are solid and whole.
Do they need to break for me to know my role?
Universe, when will you tell me?
Why I needed this core?
Agreed it fills up with magnificent rainbows
But it still hurts,
I come back to it again and again,
Every full moon
Who stays prepared for a punch?
That makes their heart a giant hole
I ripped it out before it bled
I threw it out before I felt
I picked it up from the trash again
Still wanting to be held
Tell me soon
The stitches can’t hold for long again
Let the light dispel its way from inside
I could be bio-luminescent
The sun and moon
The ego and spirit
– rupika moitra