buried in
uncertainty
times of
loss have made us question
when and if
ever this road will flow more surely
as if a
stream without water
as if veins
without blood
this too
will pass
a test
of how good a driver you are
in picking up pieces of your
life
you're
supposed to live through
decisions
are hard to make
only when
they matter
when
shadows rise above our heads
we all
change our faces
our bruises
and wounds
are the
colours that shine
through our
smiles
so much depends on right choice and decision to remove the blockade and shine through.. love the metaphors here Natasa...
ReplyDeleteeach and every person has a different perspective of life and moves ahead accordingly.
ReplyDeleteLife goes on on any case, how depends on the choices we make
ReplyDeleteThis too will pass, I try to take our challenges in a stride ~ Good one Natasa ~
ReplyDeleteYou have expressed sorrow and loss and recovery so well in this poem that I am sure any reader could relate it to their own circumstance.
ReplyDeletePicking up the pieces of one's life is not easy, and sometimes those bruises and wounds will last a while, but in time (hopefully) they will fade.
ReplyDeleteI like how you use nature to express both pain, present, and glints of hope, Nataša.
ReplyDelete"our bruises and wounds
are the colours that shine
through our smiles' - I love these lines.
and the challenges like the wind and waves just keep blowing, flowing, rolling in.. somehow most of us survive and gradually in moments even thrive. Beautiful poem.
ReplyDelete"you're supposed to live through
ReplyDeletedecisions are hard to make
only when they matter
when shadows rise above our heads
we all change our faces
our bruises and wounds
are the colours that shine
through our smiles" - these are amazing lines and convey so much. They paint a very accurate picture of life's difficult phases. But the best part of life is that nothing stays the same for long. "This too shall pass."
Beautifully penned. :)
colours that shine through our smiles....beautiful lines.
ReplyDeleteI see it, as if looking in a mirror. As if at a party I want to attend, but cannt hear a word past the smiles.
ReplyDeleteNothing like the bruising of experience to strengthen us...and our resolve to survive and thrive. Gorgeous, Nataša!
ReplyDeletemuch of life is learning to live int he after of such loss...
ReplyDeleteof finding the road again...and being willing to drive it
once more....
I LOVE "our bruises and wounds are the colours that shine through our smiles". Perfection! Keep smiling, kiddo!
ReplyDeleteOh yes our challenges prove to be the best teachers, have a nice Sunday, thanks for the stop over at my blog
ReplyDeleteMuch love...
"Time of loss" ...giving us lessons, help to get stronger, and I wonder about certainty ...we can be certain only about ourselves ~ a smile reflects this condition, helps to keep moving no matter what, even if 'our bruises and wounds' are seeing through...
ReplyDeleteOh yes, we struggle and get better. But never forget the struggle.
ReplyDeleteA little confusing but when understood a wonderful piece.
ReplyDeleteZQ
Powerful words...
ReplyDeletea test
of how good a driver you are
in picking up pieces of your life
you're supposed to live through
those pieces, those bruises...so important these challenges/lessons!
amazing words, Natasa.
ReplyDeletea poignant poem for a difficult relationship.
Picking up the right piece of life is so hard...truly our life depends on the choices we make...
ReplyDeleteOne has to be a good driver to get through life and its obstacle course.
ReplyDeleteI love this poem...thank you,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
Debbie Gibson once sang: silence can speak a thousand words. Silence is a huge crowd sometimes. It's loud and painful all in one.
ReplyDeletethis poem is so truthful, yet hopeful. perhaps the outcome really depends on how well we make decisions, how informed we are.
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