Vulneratus Non Fractus Poem by Spanner Thegob

In this life we are all a little bit broken
Grief transforms from torrent to flood, then to soft rain
to wash away things we were not meant to carry,
And all is reborn again,
And yes,
I am old and dull, but never ordinary,
The privilege of this life, old age,
The ambitions for this life, to remain young,
The wisdom of this life, realising what truly matters.
My scars, the map to where I have been
During those wild and tender years,
lead me to places I should not go.

The mind
somewhere between birth and dementia Seeks reason,
understanding and wisdom,
And I find it,
In a sunset,
In a quiet moment,
In the smile and tender gaze of Someone who cares,
Someone who loves me,

In this life we are all a little bit broken,
But I learned long ago to dance in the rain.