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 there
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
Conjoined
– rupika moitra
Flutter and Glide 