Funny how a little frost and a little light
changes this overgrowth of dead weeds
into a crystal basket.
slight, but significant,
to make something without a heartbeat
I’m in that place again
where words fail me.
The hustle of the holidays,
the shattering of a life as it was,
nutcrackers and birthday cakes…
a driver’s license and new dreams,
My ultra raw, ultra deep emotions
grind these gears to a hault.
I know there is beauty here,
among the weeds of pain and fear,
and auld lang syne.
A little sparkle, a little light,
a slight alteration…
all I need to get back on track.