This piece struck me like lightening this morning.
(Thank you to Deb Woodham)
It reminded me of something I wrote
when I was in my 20's.
Shattered
I stand amidst the wreckage of my dreams.
Staring in disbelief, I see jagged pieces
Of “happily ever after” scattered wantonly about.
My ship of wishes—ravished by the storms of reality;
Flung carelessly against the rocks of life.
Ah, but all is not lost—for I am still breathing.
I was not swallowed.
I lay spent and bleeding from my wounds—but alive. Yes, alive.
And as I look about,
the shattered pieces catch the sun’s rays,
Create diamonds of light
Slowly I reach out
Hesitantly touch a starry object
Holding my breath for fear it will disintegrate.
Much to my wonder and surprise,
it remains whole. I squeeze; gently at first,
then harder.
My dreams exist amidst the debris
Now I see them, feel them, choose them, and cherish them.
The plate glass is gone.
No more “display window” life for me.
In its place is fresh air, warmth from the winter sun,
Hawks screeching, seasons changing.
Again I smile.
When opening my hand,
I find the diamond of light is part of me—
Radiating like star-cells from within.
kastilwell
circa 1975
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