Shards of Silver

I walk through the greying mists

seeing vague shapes

to the right and left of me.

But when I call out

my voice becomes a mere whisper,

slighter than the flutter,

of a Monarch’s wings.

My tears are but shards of silver

pecking away at my heart

Uncovering hidden losses

and the pain I try to hide.

One day there may be comfort.

One day I may be free.

But until that day I shall fight,

to come back from the albatross

that hangs around my neck.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

August 26/17

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A little girl

There is a little girl inside of me

one that no one can see

she peers out from her safe place

where the monsters cannot reach.

She hunkers down when the winds blow

singing silly songs and rhymes

trying to still the terror in her heart,

to cleanse her mind.

Flowers adorn the cabin floor

sweet smells to compete with her giggles

for safety is found

in this haven.

There is a little girl inside of me

one that no one can see

she protects that small part of me

that is still innocent

and untouched or sullied.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

August 21/17