How I Come to You

Even a rock

has insides.

Smash one and see

how the shock

reveals the rough

dismantled gut

of a thing once dense.

Making the cut

into yourself,

maybe you hoped

for rock solid through.

That hope I hoped,

too. Dashed

on my rocks was my wish

of what I was. Angry,

dense and mulish,

I smashed myself and found my heart

a cave, ready to be

lived in. A start,

veined, unmined.

This is how I come to you:

broken,

not what I knew.