As I allowed the water to run over my hair,
my gaze fell upon the bit of sky through the severed blue curtain;
restless for a taste of purity.
Perhaps being broken is just an illusion,
though truly the ache attached strikes me as I write this—
like flowers,
like the shift in formation of clouds; are we beyond repair?
And if the light from the twilight sun shines through
the cracks of things,
could it be that we are overlooking the possibility of it being fixed?
Is it a myth?
The curtain dances with the burst of wind that enters,
either we open ourselves to new perspectives
or perceive only
what is visible to the naked eye—
I focus on the slopes brightly illuminated with almond blossoms,
my nocturnal heart
adamant to be itself no matter how hard the state of affairs sting—
broken never existed to begin with.
Photo credits: Mauri Moskowitz, Instagram
A Skylover Wordlist: Nocturnal, almond, sting 💝
Posted for the Writers’ Pantry @ Poets and Storytellers United
Though at first glance quite different, your poem and mine shared at this Pantry say very similar things.
Individually, many of us may be far from beyond repair – but collectively? Hmmm….
Thank you so much, Rosemary 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Perhaps being broken is just an illusion – hmm..perhaps then being whole is an illusion too… then we wonder, what isn’t?
Indeed, perhaps it’s mind over matter! Thank you so much, Rajani 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
A beautiful poem Are we beyond repair or are we able to be fixed?
Big question I think we are on a continuüm between the two. Each one in a different part of that journey. Must say looking at the world our development is pretty slow
Thank you so much, Marja 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
I love the image of the curtain, Sanaa, and the phrases ‘Perhaps being broken is just an illusion’ and ‘The curtain dances with the burst of wind’. I love the way that phrase brings movement into your poem. We will fix ourselves, eventually, some quicker than others.
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Luv that last line for it speaks of the transcience of things and the fact that in this life there wil always be changes
Happy Sunday Sanaa
Much💜love
Indeed, change is constant! Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Much love …
Hi Sanaa – Loved the contrast or the similarity of sort the sky and blue curtains – at some point in poem they seem to merge as one. So yeah, being broken, or being whole is actually an illusion – depending on the person’s POV
Thank you so much, Totomai 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
I can remember even when a teen that someone said there will always be someone worse off than you whatever you complain about. So it is best to enjoy what you can and live and love the life you have. Life has its stings but we should learn from them but never let them beat us.
Thank you so much, Robin 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
“restless for a taste of purity”
“I focus on the slopes brightly illuminated with almond blossoms”
the last line
So beautiful.
Thank you so much, Shawna 🙂 so good to see you 💄❤️
Sometimes we need the cracks illuminated for us so we can see where the mending needs to be done. I hope that is what is happening now.
Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Rommy 💄❤️
An outstanding work, SR! Especially uplifted by your closing 3 lines. Thanks!
Many many thanks, Ron! 😀 I am so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
I believe your poem describes the art of kintsugi: seeing beauty in brokenness.
Thank you so much, MMT 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Great words, as always. As for me, broken is a challenge to overcome – and we usually do.
Thank you so much, Anthony 🙂 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
I really like this, Sanaa. Brokenness and wholeness, for that matter, is a state of mind. Some have more difficulties accepting or achieving their desired sense of being, but… there is always hope that at some point pieced together can become just a different way to be whole.
I like the way you think, Magaly 😀 absolutely “there is always hope that at some point pieced together can become just a different way to be whole.” 💄❤️
Perhaps we’re being given tools to fix ourselves, if we but take the time to recognize them. Mayhap we need to practice the Japanese Kintsugi wherein things broken are mended with gold and become even more strong and beautiful. Nice thought anyway!
Thank you so much, Beverly 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
A beautiful poem❣️I, too, am concerned about which parts of our being will win out when all is said and done. Let’s hope that illusions become the lesser solution. 🙏
Thank you so much, Ellecee 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
for me, your poem reminded me of the ozone layer. how it must be heeded and such. great write!
Thank you so much, Hamokine Poet 🙂 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Now I feel like a curtain, open and close, fluttering like a skirt. I guess I’m in denial about the severed part.
Sending love and light your way, Colleen 🙂 thanks for stopping by 💄❤️
I love this one, Sanaa!
Thank you so much, Jenna 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
This sounds like a sad introspection to me yet focused on a larger world.
“like the shift in formation of clouds; are we beyond repair?”
No, I believe we are not at the point of no return. Reconciliation is something that I hold on to.
Sad or joyous, keep the words flowing, Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Joel 🙂 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Breaking and mending…The beauty in of healing is we no longer see ourselves as shattered. Scars become badges of survival…beautiful writing.
Thank you so much, Susie 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️