The song unsung

The corner seemed good for a little while
She looked at the shards of glass before her
Each one so different, still the same
A mere part of a once larger object

They glistened in the now fading light
Reflecting the dying rays of a sinking sun
Soon they'd be lying the moonlight
A gust of wind and the pieces moved

She was looked at different pieces
Different pieces that behaved in quite the same way
They lay crushed
She willed the wind to sweep them away permanently

She was weary of looking at those broken bits
She shut her eyes
Shut those contorted pieces out of sight... for just a little while
Tear traces told a story

She looked within, petted her heart
Sang to her tired soul
Saw herself, bruised, battered
She had questions, she got no answers

And then...

She stood up, walked forth
The shards of glass cut, bruised
She went on, giving nothing away
She turned over her shoulder, only just, saw the trail of pain

She looked ahead, moved forth
The pain dissipated into nothingness
She walked along the path coated with broken glass
Each step, a step in forgiveness, a step in love

And this is when her pain transcended hurt
 It now healed, quite like a soothing balm that only calmed, cured
The trail of tears now transformed into a pathway of peace and sanctity
The beautiful path that now lay dotted with bright colours, brighter dreams


The birth of a fresh, new beginning...