Fractured – This Week’s Picture It & Write

Snap. I wondered if I would be able to see my pink beanie in the photograph. It had been at least three weeks since Christmas had arrived and left, and yet I found a Christmas ball upon this tree. Hanging. Dangling. I felt the strange urge to reach out and snap the twig. Snap. I watched it fall, gracefully into the snow with a thud. It didn’t break. I could still see my damn reflection. The seemingly perfect sphere wasn’t so perfect. I could see marks of erosion and decay, like the ornament had developed cancer. My distorted reflection laughed at me, at my failed career. I kicked my reflection. Smash. It broke into a million, fractured pieces in the snow.

– Ermisenda Alvarez

And as there it lay
broken before my eyes

That momentary reaction
how I did despise

When it was because
my character they attack

While saying that there was
a “something” I did lack

To make me feel less
so they could feel more

Deserving of the praise
that they just lived for

Yes, I have many fractures,
little cracks and flaws

But I get them honestly
each one has a cause

They call my life
a mess and failure

And yet I have to wonder
if the same they could endure 

I’ve taken every punch
still on my feet standing

I will not ever buckle
in this world so demanding

I’m sorry oh little orb
I took it out on you 

When at the moment it seemed
you were laughing at me too

If my life was solid
without cracks in my ball

However could my light
shine through then at all?

Of who I am today
I truly must be proud

And to all the haters
I’ll scream it out loud!

Teresa Marie  1/14/12 © 

__picture it & write

by Ermilia

Cracks – Hay(na)ku

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Hearts
that have
once been broken

Either
by actions
or words mis-spoken

To
life’s cracks
have been awoken

Seeing
them not
as mere token

But
rather as
ripped out seams

In
their world
full of dreams

What
may be
taken as extremes

Can’t
be judged
in the high-beams

When
tiny fractures
they make show

Only
to spider
out and grow

For
deep is
pain they know

Bitter
is the
seed they sow

For
what another
has torn asunder

Is
hope of
joy and wonder

Replaced
by pain
a heart’s thunder

When
left alone
through to blunder! 

 Teresa Marie  1/12/12 ©

For  “babygirl”, 
with all my love!