Becoming Whole Again

 

Poetry by Ivy Robb

 
 

there was a gap 
in the heart
where maybe 
my finger
could have fit,
i was told that if it looked 
like this
then  
it was wrong
that i would need mending

that i made it with the beads of a rosary
picked up from 
school halls
in a black gown

outside the chapel,
yet somehow i have yet to rename
myself
or
question the creator
of this muscle
who turned me into a sonnet
then a paragraph
then back again
while the sisters watched me 
put myself together

laughing.

 

Ivy Aloa Robb is an emerging poet and artist living in northern Minnesota. She is published in Ephimiliar Journal, VampCat Journal, Ailment journal, and is forthcoming in the Lindenwood Review. She plans to further pursue a writing career, but when she isn't writing she is brewing tea, practicing yoga, or bird watching.

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