My soul is coming back to life.
The cracked and broken pieces
joining back into the vase that held
my own life-giving waters, once;
like a film played in reverse,
so that they fairly fly together ~
and you cannot see the joins;
like blood flowing back into the limbs,
after pressure turned them white and blue . . .
the bruises are fading now.
Skin looks like new.
I had forgotten the taste of hope;
the bliss of possibilities,
now I paint it happily,
in layers of yellow and pink,
in chalky pastels finger-rubbed,
bringing a haze of joyful colour
to the frame through which I see it now:
My Life ~ Renewed.
12/07/09 copyright Samantha Brightwell
image "Pastel landscape" by Janet Farthing on flickr.com
The cracked and broken pieces
joining back into the vase that held
my own life-giving waters, once;
like a film played in reverse,
so that they fairly fly together ~
and you cannot see the joins;
like blood flowing back into the limbs,
after pressure turned them white and blue . . .
the bruises are fading now.
Skin looks like new.
I had forgotten the taste of hope;
the bliss of possibilities,
now I paint it happily,
in layers of yellow and pink,
in chalky pastels finger-rubbed,
bringing a haze of joyful colour
to the frame through which I see it now:
My Life ~ Renewed.
12/07/09 copyright Samantha Brightwell
image "Pastel landscape" by Janet Farthing on flickr.com
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5 comments:
Lovely....
Destruction, Reconstruction, Resurrection...*sigh*...Kali was here...;)
On my birthday, hearing your beautiful poem about your life coming back together and having hope- couldn't be a better present. Happy day to both of us!
That feeling that you get when you suddenly realise that hope has returned to your life... Pretty darn lovely! *hug*
Did you check your emails yet? XXX
Life returns...Samsara.
Blessings friend...beautiful words!
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