Living with division in the self
Two parts that can’t be joined by any wealth
Worthlessness, remote the place it starts
Can we heal,rejoin the broken parts?
Must we go back to places where we failed
Or be unfree, a prisoner with no jail?
Who might knit the stitches that would join
The valued half, the other part they scorned?
Ways to go down deep might lead to death
Earn the anger,bait the holy wrath
The earth cracks wide, the precipice appears
Astride the split, there is no use for tears
So easy to break up , to split ,to part
Who will hold their self in their own heart?