The Inevitable


For years,
I walked along the shore each day
at one with the sea
the tides came and went
there was no one else there but me
with my heart in a million pieces
shattered beyond reach
the load somehow seemed lighter
no heaviness within
I thought I was floating free
accountable to none
built walls
knocked them down
then built them up higher
I’m not sure why
to protect the void
safety seemed key
in the push and pull of will,
the tug-o-war within
the inevitable happened,
one night he pointed to the sky,
see those stars,
the million stars, he said softly,
they were once shattered pieces,
mended by me.

a dawn bird

In response to RDP – Monday – Mend