Shards

Whilst journeying along the path of dreams,
or flying high on Summer’s gentle breath,
I’ve sometimes, frequently, it often seems,
been flung to Earth with all the force of Death,
My spirit torn to tattered, bloody strings,
reflected in the shards of broken soul
that lie around me, glinting, dangerous things,
each one an echo of a shining whole
And every time, I gather to my heart
the pieces that are every part of me
and step once more into another Start,
another path, another flying free
and every time, the shards reflect more bright
and every crack lets in - and out - more light.
~Ruth Calder Murphy

Painting: "Falling Star" By Ruth Calder Murphy

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