my perfect square


When I was born, I was an untouched square. Then—life happened.
Crumpled, torn, ripped, and shorn: all providing experience.
Crumpling helps me find courage, when afraid, to speak out against atrocities.
Tearing strengthens me against weakness when I want to fall apart.
Ripping to bits proves that I can pull myself together; no matter how impossible it may seem.
Now, I am in the midst of my shearing: shorn of pride, shorn of dignity, shorn of happiness.
As with shearing of sheep, once this season has passed, once I have learned what I should,
I will grow more beautiful—pure and white and untouchable—once it is over.  


*inspired by the children's book Perfect Square by Michael Hall

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