October 3, 2011
Life is a piece of glass,
So fragile,
Each one different,
Shiny, transparent, opaque
Always in danger of shattering

Life is a river
So strong and sure
Starting straight, headstrong
As years go by, it starts to twist and turn;
Finding its own path;
Always changing

Life is a house of cards
So delicate
The cards precariously stacked upon one another.
A simple breeze capable of destruction

This comes to mind as I ponder these past years
Thinking of all the shards of glass falling to the earth,
All the dams built up,
The breeze steadily increasing to wind.

Then this year;
The water flowing over;

The house of cards rebuilt,
This time with glue

The falling glass landing in a sort of mosaic
Depicting that six pointed star

Life is many things,
Delicate, fragile, strong, but mostly

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