Through broken glass
where there is hope
Look to tomorrow
for that inner glow
Shining the promise
a message of faith
A beacon of wisdom
that lights up the way.

Raindrops that trickle
on the window sill
Obscure the eyes
that gaze ahead still ~
Watching and waiting
or something to come
As new fears embrace,
the journey's begun.

Shadows amidst planting
the new seeds of doubt
Thoughts that now wonder,
is there some way out?
Embracing the outcome
and trying to see
The choice has been made
out of necessity.

But darkness remains
cloaked in a shroud
Of fears that arise
enveloped in doubt ~
Gazing through trickles
and turning to see
The mirror reflecting
the truth back at me.

Through broken glass
as shadows remain
Clinging to hope
subsiding again ~
The beacon of light
too far out of reach
Just shines on the fears
that become real to me.

Hope for tomorrow
just seems to far
As wisdom embraces
and worry now starts ~
Watching the hours
so slowly they pass
A mirror reflecting
through broken glass.

© Christina
2nd September, 2004

 



"A deeply reflective piece to which anyone can relate I'm sure....but this one is about me.   I am booked in for surgery next Wednesday (so I will be out of action for a few days afterwards), and though it may seem simple and like nothing to some, I have my own fears about it.   There has been so much in the news of late about hospitals and surgery gone wrong etc. and that is something I don't particularly need to hear right now.   Though others have told me it will be fine I have tried telling myself the same thing, but yesterday it became aware to us that subconsciously I was more stressed about the surgery that I really knew.   I began to have signs of what my mother and husband thought was the onset of a heart attack, so I went straight to my doctors where I had an ECG.   But that showed up clear and that nothing was wrong with my heart....turns out it is very likely stress about the whole thing, and though I still have these symptoms, as painful as they are, at least I know what they are.   So this poem is in reflection of the inner fears we can all have, even if we are unaware of them as well.   Though we try to stay focused and positive how difficult it really is to remain that way.   But through the broken glass there is hope for tomorrow....we just have to see it, and grasp it, and know that everything WILL be alright."

 
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