Debris of disappointment
The end of the year. Last Synergy Sunday of 2024 brought about reflections and intentions. I sat with different parts of myself. I acknowledged the disappointments this year brought, probably due to my expectations; I accepted the shadow and the light and this wee simple poem was born.
Debris of disappointment
Gashed skin
bruised thoughts
slayed dreams
paralysed steps.
The healer falls
confounded
brought to her knees
with no potions.
The poet searches
among the rubble
for lost words
old hopes.
The judge
blames
in rage,
needs a culprit.
The anxious
tears at dust
and shadows
breathless.
The child
whimpers
in the remains
of her home.
The sobs
resonate
the healer
stands
the poet
listens
the judge
vibrates
the anxious
stops.
They gather
to comfort.
Leslie Jones, 31 December 2024
