The Center Now Holds

By Jane Tawel

April 1, 2019

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I never had a center until now.

It took me many years to make

My center sometimes appear.

* * *

And now it often all a-sudden,

Shows up —

Solid, sure and unafraid.

* * *

It was sort of lurking long inside me,

Always a jiggly mess though;

Like a cake without a finished middle,

Still raw and sloshing left and right;

Unable to hold still enough for

Me to feel I even had

what other people easily used,

As nourishment or weaponry.

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All my parts were always flying off in pieces.

Now sometimes I quietly sense in me

a firm center

Unbroken and unyielding.

But this annoys or terrifies you.

* * *

So many times, I just sit quietly holding my center

While it holds me.

But while I hold myself in place,

And you stare blankly, wonderingly

At what you sense

and is now un-hidden from even me,

I let you look at all the missing and shard-ed bits,

I once hurled your way.

And instead of pieces,

I often times feel peace.

My center now holds.

“…and then unneeded to define individuality any more..” by Fruzsina Szatmári is licensed under CC BY-NC 4.0

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Still not old enough to know better. Enjoys philosophy, spirituality, poetry, books of all genres.Often torn between encouragement & self-directed chastisement.

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