A break in a routine and I am jostled like the snow in a snow globe,
tiny particles scatter apart,
it’s easy and hard and easy and hard,
like an accordion
I stretch wide into the new space of concrete lines that surround me, shield me
keep me, me.
though I miss the intensity of us,
the snow dancing from the rattle of routine is a gentle flow back to me
this autonomy is lonely some days, incredibly quite silence my only friend
and then, some days I see the value of me
without the blended fragments of you and me
this value frees me
and I am a free woman in a world of her own
a snow globe, glass walls that guard her heart.
