Unfettered

She stood against a backdrop of flaming red petals,
her memories shut tight inside a heart shaped box
filled with a time she could almost touch but never reach.
Their fragrance had waned with passing years.

Immersed in the now kept that box shut
so that she could keep her mind from wandering
into fields so deeply textured, filled with a raw beauty
of a love lost that had splintered into thorns.

The things that can pierce us the deepest
sometimes dull over time but still
they have the ability to draw blood
and conjure a dizzying kaleidoscope of thought.

This was her looking glass into a world of soft rouged lips
flawlessly pursed with promise and the belief of a more
so elusive she could not find words for it, just colors,
imbued with the naiveté of fleeting youth.

Yet in all things there are lessons if you are willing to learn.
Some seeds lie dormant waiting for a signal to root, grow and bloom,
so she took a breath and thrust the trowel deep into the ground
smoothed her dress, sat, and smelled the rich soil of unfettered possibility.

Reviews

[Lyn Anderson]

This is so true. It is a balance. While we need to put our hurts in perspective, they can be a source of learning, strength, and renewal.

[icelandicblue]

I love the quote (I am paraphrasing) from the "Perks of Being a Wallflower,"
"You only accept the love you think you deserve."
Thank you again for stopping by.

[Lyn Anderson]

True, and the reason I ended up in an abusive relationship. If only I could have seen it at the time.