Upon reflection, it came to pass, that I saw my life as shattered glass It once was whole and crystal clear, but it was damaged, year after year. First the smudges, made by tears Then the chips, shaped by fears. The troubles that resulted in too many smacks1 they're the ones that made the cracks. with abuse and mistrust, the confidence crashed and the glass already damaged, easily smashed a myriad of shattered hopes and dreams taunting a failure, so it seems I look at the pieces, totally confused the result of a childhood, being abused, the fragments of happiness,somewhere lost. The splinters of heartache, just count the cost. I pick up the pieces and so I start, to assemble the glass, and repair my heart. Piece by piece it fits in place it comes together, with love as the base. At first the pieces were not all sorted, and my view of myself became distorted. I sifted the pieces and shuffled them around. until the glass became clear, much more sound. Year after year, the glass becomes clearer With hope and fullfillment, my goals come nearer I cling to my beliefs and use my wits then eventually it happens, it all fits The glass is now clear again, so I think, but occasionally I find a little chink, and work to repair it, before it gets bigger, a task never ending, this I figure!!!! |
| L.M.Ferricks (c) |
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| This poem was written and dedicated to my sister Lorna She was always there for me Just sometimes I was too stubborn to admit I needed help! I also wrote the next verse for her as they are a help to us both |
You've been on a pedestal all of my life Through all the times of trouble and strife A solid rock, so people think but in deep water, even rocks sink |
| L.M.Ferricks (c) |
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