Everyone has come by a road of shards and thorns
to the warped mirror of our true reflection.
Where is the child,
the dawn's early light,
the bible or the hustle that was sure to pay off?
Everyone has come by a road of shards and thorns
to the warped mirror of our own reflection.
Many have died--
loved ones, enemies, combinations of both.
Many have died--
each new self carries the dead ones slung over a shoulder.
The unmarked blank of our beginnings
gives way to the selves and scars of who we have become.
By a road of shards and thorns,
we arrive and find that every strange road has become us.
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for this.
My word, I love this.
ReplyDeleteSigh...i feel as if a new scripture of my heart has been revealed to me! That last stanza is stunning!!! I LOVE this Shay!!
ReplyDeleteTruly beautiful Shay. We have all of us travelled this road and we have met at the crossroad
ReplyDeleteSo very true Toni!
DeleteI love your last stanza on this, which makes the poem even stronger.
ReplyDeleteYour title line makes a huge impact!
ReplyDeleteThe new self carrying the dead ones over a shoulder is arresting. I love that the road becomes us, rather than the other way around.
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