Our stories intertwine . . . overlap . . . run into each other, as we chase the dreams in our hearts; the longings of our souls.
As we share our stories, we find ourselves singing along to the same song; melodies of life and love; pain and suffering.
Words of truth reveal our shine and sparkle, and reflect that of others. I share my bits and pieces here, in hopes that others will recognize the shine within themselves, as the light reflects.
Monday, January 16, 2012
Broken to be Reformed
Some descriptions of how I've felt in recent years
As I have been refined and filled
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I was rich dark soil
Cradling and nourishing
The roots of my habits and beliefs
Strong, deep roots
Ripped out, they carried fragments of self
Scattering bits of me in the wind
Leaving the ache of emptiness
I was a clay statue
Broken into thousands of pieces
Waiting to be rearranged . . . reassembled
I was a golden statuette
Beautiful . . . shiny . . .bright
Flames seared my flesh
Turning all that was not love
I was a caterpillar
Forever I’ve been a caterpillar!
Sometimes I was a disassembled puzzle
I've spent much time in a fluid state, with no real form
Time and again I became fluid
Fluctuating from liquid to vapor, vapor to liquid
Liquid to clay
(this is not your ordinary caterpillar!)
Never reaching solidity or completion
Through the opaque chrysalis Came glimpses of light and color I struggled against my confinement
(trying to figure out what else I could do
to hurry things up; to escape)
Surely I’d become a butterfly by now!
I waited to be transformed Knowing that throughout my different phases
I was continually transitioning within self Changes not yet visible Working toward wholeness
New and wonderful truths sent their roots to fill the
What I’d lost, was no longer needed.
My clay self was reassembled Some pieces no longer fit
New, more beautiful pieces
Took their places
The fire that burned so hot Brought a sweet pain, As lies and hurts were consumed