I have uploaded and released the paperback version as well.
A HUGE thank you to my readers for sending in prompt words and helping me write this collection. It stretched me, it was fun, it game me purpose in a time I was feeling low. We create better when we create together. You are all a blessing to me. I hope you enjoy the finished product.
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I turned it over in my hand This broken piece Of self Traced the cracks Noted the gaps Counted the missing particles Now marking A pristine floor
A broom passed by Grabbing flecks that soiled This hallowed place.
Its bristles shush My shameful grief Watching In silence
I should have protested asked for time Told my story Before This piece of self Crumbled And I was left to mourn.
Alone Or so perceived
Untill Generous Silence Gave them back to me Cupped In recognition Bound tightly With the string of memories As I prayed
He gave no rebuke As bits poured into my hands Losing fragments Between hesitant fingers He helped me count the loss That again littered marble paths Highlighted against its wealth As human filth
He waited Cupping tears that spilled Adding his own to the soiled floor Besmirched in regrets as thick as aged blood
Patient He shushed the onlookers Ready to jeer the fallen
Then I was ready He pulled each speck to himself Dirtying his own hands to lift my loss Into his apron furled It was him who shook my remnant free Of any last dust It was my King who carried my shame Out the door And when returned Knowing it no more
It once roared loudly With an abandon that belied the ordinary mouthpiece It once shone with brilliance And heat That even the blind couldn’t doubt It poured torrential waters across thirsty furrows To quench loneliness’s deep thirst
Time has changed its face Its roar is now a purr sounded in quiet corners Its light has deepened To a soft amber that heats as slow fed coals Its waters have slipped deep Locked within rich earth carpeted with green
It is a love that lingers into the beyond dreams Infusing every breath with trust Each morning with assurance Even tears with hope As fingers curl around each other Locked in companionship And gray hairs sprout to sparkle against tired temples It is a love that lives
Hands outstretched Confession on quivering lips “I broke it.” Be it cup or figurine knocked upon the ground By careless elbows Compassion leaks from love itself Dripping into cracks as Helping hands hold the pieces together Waiting
Release is gradual Will it hold? Is it strong? In the cup of gentleness When it’s ready “It’s okay. We fixed it.” A young soul learns forgiveness And trust When asked to place the treasure Back home