Chipped Away

experiences come at us like a sculptor’s tool
injury, hurt
the unexpected collision,
a troubling encounter.

as pieces
of our form fall away
we imagine
we are losing who we are.

but maybe
those who enter our lives,
who take a small swing,
are indeed the sculptors

the ones who seek to get to the heart
like Michelangelo
chipping away at the unnecessary
to find the essence within.

Yesterday I closed my eyes and saw myself as a piece of marble with chips flying off of me. As I examined the experiences of life, suddenly the hurt hurt less, and the dismantling felt more like a gift than any kind of loss. I thought of Michelangelo and the slaves.

Visualizing particles falling through the air like confetti, I felt enormous appreciation for all that I’ve been through.

I welcome the new year and the opportunities it will bring.


Cover Your Mouth said...

That was really lovely.

V-Grrrl said...

Having recently feasted my eyes on sculptures by Michelangelo and Bernini and wondered at how a block of stone was brought to life, I can really appreciate this.

madness rivera said...

Flying confetti of our past selves -- love it.

acumamakiki said...

so wonderful deezee.....'suddenly the hurt hurt less, and the dismantling felt more like a gift than any kind of loss.'

Roberta said...


jen said...

YOU are the sculptor...the one who makes the inanimate come alive with your gaze, or your touch.

Rrramone said...

I think it will bring great things. :-) Keep writing, you are making the world a better place. xo

Voix said...

Fantastic post, Deezee. I love this image.

ecm said...

beautiful image