Reflection
"I am better off healed than I ever was unbroken."
Beth Moore
I thought I was as fragile as a gossamer web
woven by a spider spinning exquisite silk.
My tears were polished pearls of morning dew,
nourishing flowers before they could wilt.
But I am not cut from the cloth of that ilk,
and salty streams I cry would wither their petals.
When love was lost, I did not break
for I am made of much sturdier mettle.
Although my heart was filled with aching,
courageously it refused to surrender to death.
I took shallow breaths, afraid it was breaking,
but found that I was still whole and intact.
The fracture merely scratched my surface,
making a dent. My countenance rent, not torn.
I did not shatter from the impact, but arose,
reborn and refreshed from slumbering remorse.
No longer are there dark corners in my heart.
I forgave him for harsh words once spoken.
My fortitude is stronger than I ever thought.
Sadness and misery are fading memories
of a relationship no longer controlling my life.
From depths of disparage, I've finally awoken.
Life's loose threads have been snipped
and the frayed edges of rejection were clipped.
When I look in a mirror I am wearing a smile,
pleased with my unbroken reflection.
Copyright © Jenna Logan | Year Posted 2021
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