This Heap of Broken Images: A Life in Snippets
In the beginning,
A woman in a hospital
And harsh, white light
The raw screams
The unshed tears
On the first day,
A child was born
In tears and blood
The gentle darkness
Gives way
To harsh light.
"Send me back.
I never wanted this."
Dark hair on snow.
Fences and concrete
Gray upon gray upon gray
The grass is always greener
Always greener
On the other side
But not for us
Never for us
And the world was void
And without form.
The birds took wing
And flew
Baloons dancing in the sky
Except one
Some things are too heavy
No wings can lift this
Atlas struggles under the weight of the world
Still fences
Unending fences
Whispered secrets
And dark rooms
Red blood on white skin
And the sharp edge
Of a knife
Empty hallways
And dirty bathroom floors
And the spirit of the lord
Hovered over the face of the deep
Black night
And a silent car
The sharp edge of the cliff
Either/or
It's time to make a choice.
Either/or
The car pulls away
The headlights fade
The moment has passed
Now
Scholarship applications
And red brick buildings
Shorn hair and a new face
A semicolon
And flowing black words
"This is not the end."
And the lord said,
"Let there be light."
And there was
Light.