A Handful of Stars – A Poem

I’m unravelling myself.

Little by little,

I am pulling at the threads that

make up who I am.

Every freckle that marks my skin,

the sound of my voice when I whisper

secrets to myself in the comfort of night,

the shape of my eyes and lips when I smile,

and the curves of my body has been

predetermined by those threads

which were sewn together

to create me out of stardust.

I’ve looked at each thread

as I have unravelled it,

taking in the marks along

the stretches of silk like DNA

or a cosmic map made from stars.

With every part of myself I pull apart,

I know what I will leave behind  

when I begin to sew myself

back together again in a gorgeous

rainbow of colour.

Slowly, as I learn about

who I am and what threads I carry within,

I am finding pieces of myself

shaped like diamonds

that I can carry in my palm

like a handful of stars.

I look within the facets of the threads

to find out who I am.