Like the frayed edges of my favorite shirt,
Warm and comfortable with the holes.
Torn pages of a special childhood book,
Smudged with memories.
Worn photos, now the colors fading and antique,
As if that time will be gone, forgotten.
Scars lighten, barely visible,
Fully healed, the wounds still linger.
But less tears shed now with the mending,
The knitting of the tears that ripped the heart.
A restoration has begun,
A spirit made whole.
© Donna Donabella 2014
I have been going through a healing time this first year of my retirement. This poem conveys the tears (crying) and tears (ripping) of that healing.
I am joining in with Poets United for their weekly poetry link up for poets who blog. Visit them to read some more wonderful verse.
Special Note: The helenium pictured here represents tears (the crying kind). In this case healing tears.
I leave you with a little bit of sentiment about love and life that can still come even from the tears. Feel free to download the photo and share.
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