Falling Apart

by Gene H. Ghong

Falling apart is easy to do - just let go.
Would I be conscious of my being in pieces?
There is the rub. As much as I'd want to let go,
I fear being in a strange place
forever looking back on the other side
that once was a familiar but painful place.
It is the fear of not knowing what it's like
and the knowledge of what I'm leaving behind.
If it's like a membrane penetrable back and forth
that separates those flimsy structures,
then it would be too painful -
traveling between the Land of the Whole
and the Underworld of the Pieces.
Ay, the rub, sticking intolerably. That insolubility!