A Broken Journey To A Sacred Path Poem by Annalee Somerville

Strip away the scars,
Pull back the layered pain,
All that's left standing,
Is a shell with a physical name.

A shell so bare and empty,
It's beauty withered away,
In its place the cracks of life,
The spirit feels tormented and shamed.

The shell knows not why,
You wanted to cause it pain,
The spirit knows your intentions,
And the cruelness to your games.

Malicious, Cruel and Deliberate,
Trades that got you through,
Your shell it stands so empty,
That hurting others is what you do.

You can not break me,
I will not let you defeat,
For in my fragile shell,
A tiny heart does beat.

Spiritually ripped apart,
Exposed, vulnerable and bare,
Great Bear lifts me up,
To a place of good dispear.

Scars slowly mended,
The cracks of life dissolve,
I find my way back to my shell,
Finally home where I belong.


Windsongs Spiritual Poetry © 2013