Pots and Prisms

A detour


will it break me?

Or will I 

bend, fluidly


to welcome the


It starts

as a bruise

tender, smarting


I push on it


and find it

surprisingly mundane

Not the 



reality that I 

vividly imagined

I’m getting closer now

wounds from eras past


moments of pain


shame and blame

bob eerily 

making ripples

I examine them

with bewilderment

‘Is this really what I was 

afraid of?’

The shining core


illuminating my 

shadowed fears with 

impossibly brilliant


I stagger towards it


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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