The Ornament

My Unexcused Life

ornament

A brilliant blue sphere,
wrapped in shadow and light,
brushed with glittered speckles,
a silver ribbon binding tight.

Lines that snake and stretch,
they wind across and through,
angst and fear and hopelessness,
it’s all sealed within that glue.

A brilliant blue sphere,
now thrown against a wall,
glass breaks, and glitter flies,
as the small shards begin to fall.

Fragments in the smokey air,
the ribbon is unraveled and split,
the ornament is no longer whole,
yet she turns from dust to grit.

*Author’s note: You don’t have to accept it. Let me know if you need help. Been there, so I know. And so absolutely no judgement here.

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