I call mySelf mosaic
I lay gently burrowed, shimmering in the snow drifting on the landscape of my winter soul
I see beauty as I peer upon the brokenness I call my life
Each tiny piece of mySelf a colorful glassy light shining in the depths of the darkness found within me
Joy bleeds along deep rosy red lines into my pain spreading warmth to the cold wet earth beneath the blanket of snow
Guide me O mySelf with sparkle and moon-shine along the lighted pathway into the unknown inner expanse
Deep blue awe bubbles up soundlessly to surprise me as wonder sends fingers of delight to rub across my ageless wounds
Scars tingle, the body remembers with melancholy behind dingy lace curtains torn in the mind
Holy fear and dormant terror from ages long gone rise like mist and monsters on the bayou beyond
Earth quakes, snow globe shakes, body breaks ... fragile memories weep and watch the holy pieces gather in silence and community
I see beauty as I peer upon the brokenness of my life
I lay gently burrowed, shimmering in the snow drifting on the landscape of my winter soul
I see beauty as I peer upon the brokenness I call my life
Each tiny piece of mySelf a colorful glassy light shining in the depths of the darkness found within me
Joy bleeds along deep rosy red lines into my pain spreading warmth to the cold wet earth beneath the blanket of snow
Guide me O mySelf with sparkle and moon-shine along the lighted pathway into the unknown inner expanse
Deep blue awe bubbles up soundlessly to surprise me as wonder sends fingers of delight to rub across my ageless wounds
Scars tingle, the body remembers with melancholy behind dingy lace curtains torn in the mind
Holy fear and dormant terror from ages long gone rise like mist and monsters on the bayou beyond
Earth quakes, snow globe shakes, body breaks ... fragile memories weep and watch the holy pieces gather in silence and community
I see beauty as I peer upon the brokenness of my life
I call mySelf mosaic
© Poetic Self-image by Cindy Serio February 2012
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