When you can’t tell the difference
between what should stay or go, and
discomfort has you puppeting yourself
frantically false,
get the largest knife
from the kitchen drawer and
cut down that which has propped itself on you.
Get the long matches for the bar-b-que
and set on fire that which still can burn.
Don’t mess about forever asking questions
and making demands with your hands on your hips.
Cut it loose, already.
But if you do not,
the thousand cut route will;
for a thousand years, you will spout nonsense
and spin in your own confusion.
Do you want to wait that long?
If you are swift, have asked for no mercy, wisely,
it will come in the form of bleeding out
or burning down.
Have courage – remain. remain,
though you will feel wretched
and ashamed,
sitting in the ash and bones.
When the dust settles, the flesh rots,
remain remain and quietly,
see what is left.
Does it need a name?
Life as Improv 
Good one
This is glorious!
Sending much love! m
Sounds vaguely like parenting. But, you’ve tapped the vein here, because standing in our wretchedness is the highest form of honesty, I think. Letting all that is false go up in flames. What remains is the gift that has always been…
Blessings to you, my friend…
Michael
Halo MM!
Parenting is extreme! :0 I can’t tell you how much I appreciate the connection you make between wretchedness and honesty. Getting real at all costs is messy, for me lately especially. Thank you!
m
I’ve come far enough to see the need to stop expecting mercy, but not far enough to actually do it. Still more of me to burn away.