Broken coloured shards of light
inside a kaleidoscope
caught inside a tumble dryer
that’s how my life feels.
Broken, trapped inside a bubble
waiting for someone to burst it
let the pieces out, try to put them back together.
How can one life be so fractured, splintered?
How can I have wasted so much time
on a fool with no eyes to see?
Was he blinded by the shards of light
from an ancient woodland?
Did the light remove part of his
knowing, his ability to love?
Can my love remove the blind?
I am reposting Anita’s lovely poem today because I am broken.
Somehow, I have become a virus victim. I don’t think it is THE virus… but today all bets are off!
my temperature keeps soaring, but not having trouble breathing, so not really sure of anything yet. I do feel a little better today, so maybe it is on the way out!
Thinking of you all,