Sort of proceeds the post entitled the same which spurred me to write a poem of my own – everyone has a story to tell or an imagination to share.
Despair Not
Clad in armor he was
an aspiring hero-to-be
victorious armor of protection
against brutal forces that
turned out to be
No match against the
fragile delicate thing … baring the soul, naked and vulnerable
Broken, she says, I am broken.
Wearing a smile, throbbing pain override
with not even a grimace,
wicked to see a smile of a person lying on a bed of
thorns… as if.
sticking needles and brewing herbal tea can remedy
what’s broken…
like cocktails of elixir
she claims is the cure.
for the broken, there’s
faith hope a little witchcraftif a yogi should levitate through air and hop into side crow,
the broken buried her head deeper under a turtle shell
melting softly onto the
earth as if to pose as a puddle on the earth surface,
one with the molten volcanic earth center…surrendering
quiet and soft – quiet as in quiet before a storm or …
cleansed and purified like that moment
that stillness after that storm when
all were flooded washed away and gone,
storm has passed leaving
vast emptiness
it’s a quiet death we do not fear as
… life is detected with each inhale
her turtle shell rose; each exhale her turtle shell sank closer to earth, hovering over the bed of flowers
in full bloom … from nowhere comes
a curled tail
licks away the streams of oozing blood
streams of salt water dried over glistening eyes
like the moon reflected on a pond where the thousand petaled lotus blossoms
cuts and scars no longer raw but a tattoo, an artful design etched …in somatic memory
stabs turns to scabs and once again, smooth skin reclaimed
blue-black marsh lands of bruises and rock crevices in peach-grey scars fading and fading into
oblivionBroken once or twice maybe three times
each time fused together – stronger
so despair not.
Strength & flexibility returns with ease over time
for time … heals all.
Broken fused things infused with light
reflect light differently – beautifully – despair not.
Beautiful Broken Things.
