My maternal Grandfather passed away long before I was born, leaving behind shelves of books of poetry. Reading words he loved, especially those he had underlined with red pencil, allowed me to hear his voice ~ and find my own.
Once a Treasure
We were once a treasure
mined from deep within our souls;
brought abruptly into the light
which proved too bright for wounds and secrets;
reflecting off jutting angles,
casting prisms everywhere,
drawing jealous, darkened birds
with wings that beat back brilliance
~ but not truth
For we were once true treasure,
fractured, yet made whole.
For life spent only longing for light
dies in darkness~
and what more can be said of our joy and treasure
than 'given'
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The Bard of Appanoose
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