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I Am Myself
by Amanda Worthington

He took me in his hands,
Marveled at how small and white I was
Elastic
Empty
Ready to be filled by his breath
And full of him, I drifted across a cosmic sea

The broken God found me
On his evening walk
Through the gardens of healing

His fingers were rough from the act of making
…But also gentle

He traced the notes of secret music onto my flesh
And I felt myself sing
Amidst the green
Freed by the vibration
Of strings quivering
In sweet anticipation

I saw how his work exhausted him
And asked him to set me once more
In the foliage
And I promised to restore him
To his former glory
With the song he gave me

And so many worlds have fallen since then

But still others are yet to be born
And we were two tired things wanting peace

Please forgive us.

We found it at the cost of everything.
And it was worth it
Because new universes can be
Molded anew

I feel myself deflate as mountains rise
And oceans swell
I join with the atoms of our creation
And at long last
I am myself

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Fiction © Copyright Amanda Worthington.
Image courtesy of Rie Sheridan Rose.