There once was hope, when I was whole
but shattered now, I lie with you
My dreams are but a breath away
in cloud so high, sky deepest blue
Reflections of my inner soul
are fragments scattered on the ground
These shards of glass that glisten so
when depths within my mind are found
My heartbeat slows like tidal ebb
It scolds me while my world is bleak
and forms a map in front of me
paved with ashes; words unique
Broken pieces; shadow sought
Thoughts flow fast but mind so scarred
where once I was; I am no more
Dust to dust; I’ve fallen hard
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Author: Ellie Thompson
Writing my memoirs, musings, a little fiction and a lot of poetry as a way of exploring and making the most of my life ...
... Having had a break from writing my blog for more than three years, I decided to return to write my memoirs, some day-to-day observations, views and feelings. My passion is non-fiction poetry. I have a disability and use an electric powerchair called Alfie and let nothing get in the way of living life to the full.
I believe that you can never do a kindness too soon and should give credit where credit is due. A smile or a kind word could make the difference between a good or bad day for a person - we never know what's going on for another soul. Those little things, perhaps, practised daily like a mantra, could mean so much to someone else.
Thank you for visiting my blog and reading a little more about me. Please, make yourself at home here. You are very welcome. Ellie x 😊
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I think feeling broken up and shattered might be a natural reaction when one has been through a lot of tough experiences. Certainly, I could understand why someone might sometimes feel that way. But then, there are the happy times. We must remember those too.
I was feeling pretty confused and upset when I wrote that. Looking back now, I don’t actually think much of it myself. I suppose my poetry has been pretty dark lately but I just go through these phases. My poetry tends to be dark although I hope I chuck in some vaguely amusing blogs when I’m feeling good, too x 🙂
That’s okay, Ellie. I always find your posts interesting whatever the topic. You haven’t mentioned Charlie for a while, though. I worry he might be feeling neglected. 🙂
Hi Bun. Thank you – you reminded me that it’s about time I gave Charlie a mention. He’s fit and well (apart from a squeaky wheel which I really must get fixed) and also perhaps book an appointment with the nurse at my surgery for his annual check-up as he’s been complaining of of backache lately – I think it’s that rucksack I’ve got on the back with my pet hippopotamus in it that might be the trouble x 😉
Oh, those pet hippos. I take one to work with me every day. They’re great fun but they do weigh a bit.
I’m sorry you feel so bad ellie. Sending some hugs your way. As usual another great piece of writing. XX
Thank you, my friend – that’s very kind of you. I was in an odd place when I wrote this poem. When I re-read it the next morning, I thought it was rubbish and was going to Trash it. Thank you (and my friend Bun, too) for restoring my confidence with your kind comments xxx ❤
Any time 🙂