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the shards of a shattered life
Splintered by the memories of the past,
a thousand pieces of cutting glass,
the mosaic of our life held together
by the hopes of future kindness
With the gentleness of a heart felt hug
and the promise of hope and love,
can be more than our fragmentary past,
the sum and total of our fractured souls?
With sharp and brittle glimpses of life
and the razor shards of broken despair,
can we create our own meaning
out of this fragmentary strife?
To change the future and accept the past
we must hold these shards of life,
yet dripping blood of painful memory,
can we accept our martyrdom,
that we may to live and love tomorrow?
a thousand pieces of cutting glass,
the mosaic of our life held together
by the hopes of future kindness
With the gentleness of a heart felt hug
and the promise of hope and love,
can be more than our fragmentary past,
the sum and total of our fractured souls?
With sharp and brittle glimpses of life
and the razor shards of broken despair,
can we create our own meaning
out of this fragmentary strife?
To change the future and accept the past
we must hold these shards of life,
yet dripping blood of painful memory,
can we accept our martyrdom,
that we may to live and love tomorrow?
Published 1st Jun 2021
| Edited 12th Oct 2022
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Edit 9/24/22
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2nd Jun 2021 2:28am
So many of us feel broken, maybe we learn watching each other. I collect the words and wisdom of others. Thank you.
2nd Jun 2021 5:49am
I would not want you to be disappointed in me, you'll find no wisdom here except this: We are all in this together and writing poetry is both cathartic and healing. The blind leading the blind and neither one of us knows were we are. So close your eyes and see the path you have to take. It might be just that simple and then I'll follow you.
2nd Jun 2021 2:55pm
It is hard finding the right words. I'm not sure there is an "answer". Knowing others live with similar feelings, helps me feel less alone. That's not exactly a resolution or wisdom, but it's helpful. Company along the way, and seeing others use poetry on their journeys. Thank you.
2nd Jun 2021 6:14pm
So.. something you said or I said became a seed of a poem. Maybe it's my way of saying I care. IDK. Have you ever been a muse before? I call this phenomena 'muse of the day', finding inspiration in honest communication. Sort of like a honey bee sampling inspiration from many beautiful flowers.
2nd Jun 2021 6:23pm
How delightful! One of my poems might have inspired someone to write on a similar theme. Or a few lines from my poem. I love when poetry is in the air! Glad you caught a poem!
2nd Jun 2021 6:32pm
If I could write light and happy, I would write of a fairy sampling inspiration from flowers and catching a cold poem sniffle and all.
peace, love, and mirth. Richard
peace, love, and mirth. Richard
2nd Jun 2021 7:38pm
Sometimes humor does come out in my poems. I love that. I struggle with people wanting me to be happy and write happy poems. It's a fine balance between honesty and not making things worse for me, I guess. Lovely chatting, thank you! -sen
