When you've given up on the tooth

There's a whole in how we connect with the world

Once there was a place that I was powerful, unyeilding and hard.

Something turned rotten and that part of me was removed.

Now, when I eat, I’ve got to be careful.

I have a big, open soft spot where my favorite tooth used to be.

I called it my ‘chewing molar’.

Now, it’s gone. Likely for the better. The damn thing was huting me.

And now that it’s gone and the hole is less a hole and more of a mushy soft spot, I thought I’d be able to eat with abandon once again.

Sadly this isn’t the case.

My mouth has been effected by this change.

My mouth has experinced a loss.

The new normal?

Well, that’s a lot more sensitive than it used to be.

I’m a lot more sensitive than I used to be.

Loss and grief change us.

We can’t go back.

We need to eat our way forward.

One bite at a time -

Processed with slow and deliberate chewing.

That is unless we want to rip open our tooth holes and delight in the taste of our own blood.