I see the life,
I used to know,
Out of the corner of my eye,
The endless possibility and the pain.
The beauty and nobility,
The men and the women.
I feel the peace of life,
Enfold me in the gentle rain.
I see my soul,
In the leaves and the hedges.
She has survived.
Shattered, by pain too great,
Shame too great to bear.
I pick up this prism,
With life inside,
The life I used to know,
The respect I had for others,
The infinite detail,
Obliterated.
I pick it up, only when I can,
For this way lies sanity,
And lay it down,
When I need to rest
To feel the warmth of the now,
Only glad to be alive.

Helen Pearce (c)

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