I am ready to fall apart and with a shaking heart I whisper: "it's okay" I know the taste of a blade and the color of the sky as it bends and then breaks in that way I am ready. I hold my head steady and I step forward, bringing no baggage with me to shlep "I am ready!" I scream the lights on a silver screen illuminating my internal clockworks ruminating this soul is weak and older than time but I am prepared I can step into this light with all my anxieties bared the scars are fresh on this flesh, prison for the wispy not-quites the things inside that make me me that give my eyes light I am ready to fall apart and with a shaking heart I whisper, "it's okay" another time, another day, I can look back because today the pages of time flipped and turned and everything synced into rhythm and rhyme and falling apart seems scary until you do it makes you wary, you don't want to but you fall apart, all to pieces only to catch yourself, not so much glass as puzzle pieces put it all together and restart. I am ready, and with a shaking heart, I whisper: "it's okay"