she had a home once
she had a life once
stolen
by cruel circumstances
finding herself alone
devastated and destroyed
she slowly slowly
collected the broken bits
laboriously pieced them together
and like the snail
made them into a little home
she carried on her back
she became
her own homecoming
This is perfect and is the journey we all make through the years, so many moves, so many losses, till we carry home with us into all the new places. Beautifully expressed.
ReplyDeleteWow! I love the idea that she became her own homecoming. I think sometimes one has to do that! Lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteThat resonates, we're all little snails..and great closing line.
ReplyDeleteThe snail image is heartbreaking yet very much powerful. And the close is spot on.
ReplyDeleteWhen we are broken, this is exactly how we put ourselves back together, "the broken bits/laboriously pieced ... together." And the way this poem ends took my breath away. Absolutely brilliant.
ReplyDeleteOh... this is so powerful!
ReplyDeleteGathering up those bits and moving forward strengthens us.
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