At 17 I set thought orbs in glass jars on window sills
hoping to catch the light to add color and life to the dark marbles
endless piling up and spilling over,
rolling out and down the roof
lost in the lawn to be found by cutting blades,
mowers make hasty work of beauty,
chipped and broken I picked them up
one by one depositing them back in place
now able to fit in more as pieces take less space
when no longer whole.
At 18 I no longer needed the jar, or the light to see
through the darkness piled up for they had turned
to fine grains of sand,
each hurt, each infliction of pain
castles built of a fragile mind
tipped over to the wind and set free,
no longer serving who/what had been me,
standing in the rain with an empty jar
I caught puddles of rainbows
swirling them about I found the smile
I thought I could live without.
Reflections of things here and gone,
no longer adding debits or credits
but being at one with what was
and what would be
the essence of me no longer contained
in jars on sills
and broken marbles cut to bits,
no words to describe the ever changing tide
that I had become
moving through and over
never looking back
no longer needed to see what was left behind.
Not sure where this came from but saw the image and these words came to mind. No worries, I am a happy girl in the light. No darkness here, just talking with words from the stratosphere of the cosmic mind.