Today, when I got home this very thoughtful message was waiting for me.
“The reason why I wrote this is simple… while it’s important to move on and see the good in life, we all have to remember where we’ve been and what we’ve been through, this poem is centered on how we cannot ignore those events because these were the things that made us who we truly are.”
So now, I present:
Shards of Blue, by Kellie the Snowed in Scribe
Tumble, the shards, they tumble
down down down
into the black abyss they fall,
pooling at the base of darkness.
Never stopping, never ceasing,
those empty shades of blue hide a truth
none can comprehend
but all know.
The undeniable truth of fear and pain.
A darkened night only satiated
by the heavens crying.
Tiny droplets of tears are caught
in place by a single chalice.
A hand reaching out
in the midst of a hurricane.
That crystal cup amidst the darkening shards
is not half-empty nor half-full.
That is a cup brimming,
holding those minuscule droplets
as they dwell and merge as one.
Never letting them go.
But in that glass there are shards as well,
shades of dark blue against a shimmering crystal.
For even as beautiful the rose
one should never ignore its thorns.