01/09/2026
Some mornings don’t call for motivation or productivity.
They call for honesty.
This poem came from that place.
Not from understanding but from listening.
Becoming Undone
Something has gotten under my skin
and I can no longer pretend it hasn’t.
At first, it was quiet,
a small irritation,
a whisper I could drown out
with doing.
But it stayed.
It grew teeth.
It asked to be felt.
Now I am tired in a way
that sleep both answers and deepens.
Dreams arrive vivid, insistent,
carrying symbols I don’t rush to explain.
My body calls me inward,
to bed, to belly, to stillness.
Once, I would have resisted.
Once, I would have filled the space with noise.
This time, I let myself soften.
I feel myself being pulled downward,
even while standing upright.
As if surrender has weight
and love has gravity.
The winds of change move me
without asking permission.
The waves of uncertainty wash through.
I do not fight them.
I am not afraid.
I feel grief for what is ending.
I feel love for what carried me this far.
I feel awe for what has not yet taken form.
This is not falling apart.
This is falling inward.
This is the holy work
of becoming undone.
With so much love,
Rene
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