It is Hard to Be Broken

It is hard 

to be broken

and

to just sit

with that sense of self

without a need

to repair it;

without a desire 

to fix it.

I could make

a congregation

of all of the 

fractured pieces of

my me;

a minyan of 

the incomplete.

I think I could

get them all together

in one place.

From that space

I could love them -

as a "we" - these

shattered pieces 

of my me.  

Maybe even 

a "them" -

these separated

portions 

of my whole.

Maybe that

would be enough

to love them.

To see those gathered

shards over there

and not right here.

Today I will

try that.  Come now

minyan of the 

split-offs of who

we are.  Sit with

us a while.  Make 

wholeness with us.