She was a reluctant hero,
emerging from the fog
of trauma into the light
of the new day
she would create
herself.
It is peculiar, looking back,
to see that, in times when
she had felt most alone,
she had felt most alone,
connections were being made,
just the right turns were taken,
as if she had been
helped and guided
helped and guided
all the way along.
Like a river, life made its own way,
sometimes meandering
between the banks,
between the banks,
sometimes flooding over
to forge a new
and unexpected path.
and unexpected path.
She had never wanted to
have to be that strong,
have to be that strong,
yet, in the end, was grateful
that she was.
that she was.
They say wild hearts can't be broken,
but I disagree. They break.
They just grow stronger
in the wounded places.
A rather predictable and uninspired response to Shay's word list. But I tried. Smiles.
I appreciate it, Sherry! I am always glad to see you at the List or any place. :-)
ReplyDeleteFlawless incorporation of the words!
ReplyDeleteJo couldn't leave her comment for you here and so she left it at the List. I wanted to make sure you see it.
ReplyDeleteI really like those last four lines. Good job on the list, Sherry.
ReplyDeleteWild hearts can be broken and I think they take time to heal. True
ReplyDeleteI really like the last four lines, as someone mentioned above as well. Really thought-provoking and powerful!
ReplyDeleteUninspired?! The ending is glorious.
ReplyDeleteI'm hoping my previous comment didn't publish because of the late response and needs to be approved ;)
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