Pots and Prisms

A detour

diversion

will it break me?

Or will I 

bend, fluidly

flexibly

to welcome the

growth?

It starts

as a bruise

tender, smarting

colourful

I push on it

curiously

and find it

surprisingly mundane

Not the 

earth-shattering

sky-stripping

reality that I 

vividly imagined

I’m getting closer now

wounds from eras past

resurfacing

moments of pain

disappointment

shame and blame

bob eerily 

making ripples

I examine them

with bewilderment

‘Is this really what I was 

afraid of?’

The shining core

beckons

illuminating my 

shadowed fears with 

impossibly brilliant

light

I stagger towards it

hopefully

desperately wanting

to find the glimmering pot

but realising the

beauty of the shimmering 

colours was actually

the prize

all along

This post is inspired by the Five Minute Friday writing challenge. Each week I join with this talented group of writers, free writing for five minutes in accordance with a prompt. Today’s prompt is ‘overcome’. 

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8 comments

    1. Oh I’m so glad you could relate Lynne 🙂 How great is poetry for expressing experiences that can’t quite be captured in prose?

  1. I love your poetry. I read it over and again, taking in the rhythm and the meaning ever deeper. The pressing in, the pain, and the prize are all intertwined beautifully.

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