Ode to Lost Ones

Here you go Surrogate Mother. I know you have been waiting for a post. This is not the one from Shiloh. I'm still working on that one.

Broken glass on the ground so easily swept up and discarded.
But instead could it be restored and become new?
A new window to see life through?
You see through the pain.
It is your understanding.
Your new perspective.
There may be cracks and fractures but they are remembrances.
But it is not easily forgotten.
You will carry the scar for the rest of your life.
It is hard to move on.
To pick up where you left off.
The shattered glass has afflicted you.
And the repairing of the window does not make it whole.
Your world will never be the same.
It cannot go back to the way it was.
But you can change.
You can carry evidence of your pain.
But you can also look through that splintered glass.
You have grown and learned.
Now you can start a new journey.
One that hopefully takes you home.


Yours,
Just Jess