Shell of life
07/29/2011
My grandmother used to sprinkle egg shells in her garden
Composting in her own way
Giving back to her little patch
Today I feel broken
Shattered and questioning myself
Decartian decomposition of my own shell
Behind the shroud of the mirror
In my brokenness waits one solitary hope
That I may fertilize the beautiful garden around me, too
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I know that feeling. What a beautiful poem! I love it!
this is elegant, well done.
smiles.
bless your weekend.
welcome joining us today.
I love how the memory of your grandmother was able to fertilize your own thoughts in a time of need and help inspire you. Very well written.