Shards

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I was doing so well keeping up with this blog. I was doing daily posts, writing poetry, etc. But, just when you think it’s safe to get back in the water, so to speak, along comes more water. And more water….and more…and…..well, you get the picture. Last year–we just finished in November of 2013, actually– we did a huge remodel on our house including $20,000 on the basement. Well, with the enormous amounts of snow and then torrential rains that we have been getting here in PA, our brand new basement flooded. The first time was about 6 weeks ago, then last Wednesday, it happened again, only this time MUCH worse. Thousands of dollars worth of damage. Today, everything was finally dry and all the rooms cleaned up. Except my youngest son’s room, where the floor is completely ruined and has to be replaced. All in all, there was thousands of dollars worth of damage. 

Now, I know that I should be thankful it was just things, no one was injured, etc. And believe me I am. But, when I struggle most days just to get out of bed and face the world, things like that throw my entire well-being for a loop. I always feel like every time I’m on the right path again, like I’m feeling better and stronger, something always happens that throws me back five steps. It’s this never-ending vicious cycle. I have learned, over the past 4 years, how to stay stronger in crisis—-because of my husband. Sometimes, I feel like no matter what I put out in the universe, it always comes back to me in a negative way. OK, no pity party here. Just simple facts. But, life goes on , so on I go.

 

Shards

by

Allison Cline-Saia

My reflection looks cracked in the shiny metallic

a fractured nondescript visage—

human, yet not quite

scrambled features.

.Each time the demons arrive

they throw rocks—

breaking the smoothness

causing distortion.

Pieces of glass falling

to the floor–

dangerous and sharp

drawing blood.

He walks across them

time and time again–

feet oozing red

searing pain.

But he doesn’t stop

doesn’t hesitate to pick them up—

putting on a bandage

he walks through.

 

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