Poetry of Stephanie Bennett Henry, Uncategorized

Under Construction

It was inside the breaking where

I sifted through the pieces of myself

to find the ones worth salvaging.

When I was finished, I was empty-

handed, walking away without myself,

holding only a promise that I would

start over from scratch and rebuild

myself into who I wanted to be.

All the pieces I left behind had the

fingerprints of someone else along

the edges and I only want to be from

my own making, not bits and pieces

of who someone else told me to be.

I am under construction;

to be continued… until I’m whole alone.

Stephanie Bennett-Henry

2 thoughts on “Under Construction”

  1. It may be an odd twist that this brings to mind a story from the collection “101 Zen Stories”, titled “Temper”.
    A Zen student came to Bankei and complained: “Master, I have an ungovernable temper. How can I cure it?”

    “You have something very strange,” replied Bankei. “Let me see what you have.”

    “Just now I cannot show it to you,” replied the other.

    “When can you show it to me?” asked Bankei.

    “It arises unexpectedly,” replied the student.

    “Then,” concluded Bankei, “it must not be your own true nature. If it were, you could show it to me at any time. When you were born you did not have it, and your parents did not give it to you. Think that over.”

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