In a blink
glass full of life
simmering with joys,
slips,
smashes to smithereens.
In a wink
flowers in bloom
dancing in the breeze,
crushed
under unwary tread.
In a jiffy
incandescent bulb
lighting the way
fuses
in a surge of discord.
Barbed speech,
like arrows fly
pierce deep the heart,
wounds
no salve will ever close.
A teardrop of hope in an ocean of sadness?
A flickering candle in a thundering storm?
A mirage on the rolling sands of life?
I pick the shards of glass,
I sweep the debris of flowers,
I replace the bulb,
I fortress my heart.
I am on my way ....
A new tumbler, silver
flowers rebirth, bigger
new bulb burns brighter
I am a survivor, stronger.
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