It was before,
back at the start,
then life delivered the first broken part.
In quick succession more parts broke,
but I refused to wear the cloak.
With heart exposed I walked along
and life then sang a different song.
For every break a new part formed.
New love came,
my heart it warmed.
With warmth it pushed,
the limit grew,
revealing a part all shiny and new.
A settling,
to take time to feel,
a blossoming, to let the edges heal.
Forward then to another spurt!
Growing!
Blooming!
Exposed!
Overt!
Nudging out with a great flair
taking the time to repair.
Completeness grew, the wholeness thrived,
from that first break, my heart survived.
With each one then I learnt to live.
Compassion grew with time to forgive.
At times it still feels like it grows
within the times when new love flows.
I accept it now my broken heart.
It's deep within,
yet still a part.
A distant echo of the whole,
reverberating from within my soul.
YOU ARE READING
Out From Within the Shadow
PoetryIntroduction In March 2013, following the completion of From Within The Shadow, I reached the point of feeling and being like I'd found my way out from within the shadow. With each step it felt like I was opening like a flower: Blossoming, growing s...
