Stiff upper lip and thick skin
blocked some of the blows,sure. But
they also blocked something she
needed more than oxygen,
more profoundly than safety,
more urgently than bars.
And now that she’s finally
transparent, those places where
her heart is the thinnest let
by far the most sunlight through.
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If you’re under such unbearable pressure
that your cells explode,
sombre soul snow-shrapnel
hurled from toothsome tines,
do take the time
to look about you
as you arc through baby blue skies;
Sunlight, moisture, and the throb of a mighty engine -a recipe for gorgeous! My husband was busy with the snow-blower this week, and I was thrilled to see the arcing rainbows and glittering waves of colour darting about among those hapless snowflakes. What a vibrant lesson on finding beauty in even those difficult places in our lives!
Posted in A Wounded Heart, Beauty, Courage, Encouragement, Fragility, Gratitude, Healing, Nature, Poetry, Snow Tagged candy-floss, colour, free verse poem, hope, photography, poem, rainbows, snow, snow-blower, sunlight, vibrance