The ceiling I had just wasn’t a good fit.
I tried to patch it when it got heavy-
When it leaked,
When it sagged,
When it got stained…
And now it has been completely destroyed.
Taken down, pulled apart. In hasty renovations.
I wasn’t ready, or so I thought. Mess everywhere…
The work man apologised. Said it’s best that I not see the destruction phases
But where was I to go? I was watching the perfection of it all-
Unfolding before my very eyes as the ceiling crumbles….
He told me it will be like new, clean and undamaged
when all is set right…
I looked at the mess on the floor,
The mess on the exposed skeleton of the ceiling
And I saw my life. The one I tried to patch.
The one with stains, marks, and things that are no longer a fit.
I realised that I keep the ceiling there as it is.
Patching and trying to mask the stains that inevitably bleed through
For all to see.
I feel like the exposed ceiling beams, naked and revealing….
I am witnessing it all as I sit outside watching the destruction
happening within my home.
As the ceiling crumbles…
Featured art by Zsuzsanna Tasi
Written by Elise Heyward