Remains
It had once been whole
Maybe not perfect but whole
In 1964, it had dings dents and chips that went deep.
Cracking that covered everything
As if it were layered with the finest of spiders web
It was just accepted at face value
Presented as if there were no imperfections
1982, when I was 18 the cracking went too deep, it shattered
Pieces lay around me scattered
Edges sharp, jagged, revealing the lie
Cut again and again and again
I still walk among the shards
Edges glint with memories that slice
Now just debris
I walk among the shards
Surrounded by the remains of my shattered family
Copyright 2004
Forged
We walk among the embers
Sure of the pain.
The fire flares from time to time
Scorching us, we are blackened.
Through it all,
These embers have cured us,
Tempered us.
We are not brittle.
We do not break.
8/2004