Spilling Light

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    Spilling Light

     Sometimes
    I see how broken I am.
    I know, I know...
    it's the broken spots
    spilling the light.
    It's the cracks
    where we get to glow...
    beauty in the common dark.

    Sometimes
    the brokenness is all I see.
    I feel deeply
    every flaw,
    each raised white scar...
    and then
    all I know
    is I am not whole, complete.

    I know
    how to be happy
    in the quiet, shaded places
    of my life.
    I can hum along
    delighting
    in a simple beauty,
    curling like a mist through my life.

    I can
    gently heal through
    breath and thought,
    the rough edges
    the torn and muddy tangles...
    easing impossible knots
    to silken strands in easy steps.

    But sometimes,
    even so,
    all I can see is how broken
    and inadequate,
    how fragile I am
    and I remember
    the scars I carry ever on.

    Bloomingsun

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    Marsink commented on Spilling Light

    05-17-2012

    I love your phrasing and sensitivity portrayed in these choice words. A lovely insight to your mind's ponderings and well-expressed in metaphor and imagery!
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    bloomingsun

    05/17/2012

    Thank you, it is so great to hear from a few poet friends on this. I appreciate your reading and comment! Peace...

    blackfootlady commented on Spilling Light

    04-26-2012

    We All have scars from Our Past.This is a very nice Peace.I hope You keep writing.Love heals All things.Letting Go and Letting God seems to help Me. I really identify with the open wounds.Life isn't the easiest thing Sometimes.Saying You matter is what really counts.It gives Us All something to work with...Your Friend,Blackfootlady P.S. God Bless.
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    bloomingsun

    04/27/2012

    Thanks so much for your time in reading and commenting. It is so nice to hear the voice of another in regard to writings. I am grateful. Hopefully there will be a few more voices still echoing around here... Peace!

    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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