Crouched amid smouldering remnants, her fractured life
mocks as crows cawconcurrence in overhead circuit—
severed scorched-board bones and battered remains of
plexiglass panes echo condemnation as she lifts a broken
mirror shard to her own accusing eyes.
The hairy mantle, the weight she has borne, shifts from its
comfortable position, leaving skin naked to the elemental
lies her crumbling foundation has revealed; no longer can
she blind herself. Safe shelter within her mind’s dark
recesses has been savagely rent from her breast.
Purifying tears finally fall, sobs stream through her veins;
weep from her pores; until emptied of bitterness, hope
trembles on fragile wings. She breathes in the seed, trusting
new, enduring roots to burgeon within her mind’s tapestry
as rebuilding begins from her soul outwards.
Her journey is arduous, each small victory assuring another,
greater triumph—with steadfast faith she marks each passage,
brick upon brick, mortared with strength and radiant glow;
sowing, nurturing, harvesting life’s fragrant blooms daily
until at last, in her person and her essence, she is home.
In truth, the crows can jeer no more, nor peer through stained
glass panes; inside this home where light abides, foundation
firm with roots entwined—tears may fall, but now the thrum
inside her heart speaks authentic, a new reality that’s built
on love within her core, mirrored in her eyes.
© Julie Catherine Vigna, 2012
(Revised January 25, 2012 – thank you, RH Peat)
This poem came from a question posed by Selena from a post on her blog; one that was so profound that I was thrust into a reflection of my own life; where I had been, and where I am headed now, questioning my own ‘life building’. This poem is dedicated to Selena—thank you for being such a blessing in my life, dear friend.
What kind of building is your life? ~ Strongheart