the rim

come
to the circle,
where we each
hold the rim
and fall apart;
let's share our stories,
of fear and joy,
grief and love,
shame and passion,
without judgement,
without interruption
and advice;
let's carry the stories
together,
as if they are ours,
while we hold the rim
with our hearts;
let's watch ourselves
peel away our masks,
and throw them
as an offering
to the fires
of one love.