The world thrusts itself inside

I felt pain like an assault,
The old pain again
When the world thrusts itself inside,
when we have to take in the outside
—May Sarton, "Night Watch," Collected Poems
 
The world thrusts itself inside
written June 26th, 2021
 
The world rages through me
I wrap my arms around
cradling this body amongst the
flowers torn, leaves shredded, plants uprooted
 
until the fury passes
peace descends on the broken
some breath and start to mend
others their decay feeds the new.
 
The world thrusts itself
inside each of us
tearing and stretching
throw your head back and rage
 
with the pain and agony
of growth made possible
by the world tearing open
body, heart, and mind.
 
I never grow used to this
brutal process,
I dip my fingers into
the holes made in our heart.
 
The world has its way with us
this relentless thrusting climax
until we spill out over everything
this our mark on the world.