Driftwood (2)

The memory of her heartbreak
Comes up suddenly
renders it current
like bare feet finding driftwood
in the sand…hidden,sharp, painful,

The bruise lingers long
finds a place in the shadows
though never far from reach
She hopes there’s a beauty there
somewhere to be found in time

Years forward she prays
when memories surface
of times spent grieving
and temptations to despair
she’ll survive, even thrive

determined to embrace new life
and live each day in gratitude
worthy of joy, worthy of love
and embrace the faith
that conquers her fears

And though unspoken most times
on occasion she’ll choose
to unveil her sorrow
touch its driftwood texture
notice the grace of its curve

the depth of its grain, the places
where smoothness shines through
the rough memories of loss
and how she’s found a way

to live again and be able to say Amen


About geniecan

Born and raised in " America's finest City" received BS degree in nursing years ago... main career besides wife and motherhood ( and now a grandma)was as a hospice RN for 18 years...Take great joy in finding the good in all things and believing that " No Thing is Ordinary" the title of my blog. I am working on a children's picture book story named R-Qu.. a rock falls of his mountain. Writing poetry is one of my happiest things to do. Yoga, water aerobics,, gym exercise and walking our wheaton terrior, Finley, with my husband Jim are favorite things...oh yes...singing in the choir at Church and recognizing God as #1... are most important... I also have a home based business with magnetic and far intra red health care products..peace to all who read this, Love, Jeane
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