Redrawing the Map

I will have to redraw

the map of my life—

the one I was

holding tight.

He and his lover

snatched it from my hands,

shredded it,

and it settled like dust

all over me.

They laughed at me.

I was the ghost

now all could see.

And then one day,

from somewhere inside me,

someone whispered—

Let it be.

Let it be.

No person

and no work

can be

my whole identity.

I am more

than whom I love

and more

than what I do.