BY R. JADE MCAULIFFE POETIC JUSTICE

Shards & Fragments Most Don’t See

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BY R. JADE MCAULIFFE

Pieces…
whirling in the globe
shaken, snowy
grief is home
eating fear and breathing pain
exhaling, just to start again.

Pieces…
through the heavy glass
spinning swirling
take me back
to a time when we were young
before it all became undone.

Pieces…
that made you and me
shards and fragments
most don’t see
running, hiding, failing, trying
outside living, inside dying.

Pieces…
from the outside in
floating, falling
work begins
steps to take, becoming whole
alone this time…you are gone.

Pieces…
pulling each one down
to find its place on sacred ground
to make some sense of what remains
and find a way to start again.

Pieces…
to rebuild anew
the life I’d planned to live with you
though not alone (I feel you now)
to grief I once again will bow.

To honor…
my own shattered heart
and family now torn apart
I’ll let Life have its way with me
so, one day, we will all be free.

Photo by Reshot

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