The sunflowers as tall as a building and the dusty South Dakota winds dry my throat but whet my soul.
We do stop to smell the flowers. We stop always to reflect and recount our steps. We congratulate one another and remind each other of where we were and where we are now.
Behind us a cacophony of twisted metal, broken glass and charred remains.
You whisper "don't look back." and I don't, not anymore.
I'm all but who I was in the moments glass meets fire and then I am who I am with you again.
We are gray. Imprint and dna bring me back to the place of hot metal and tender feet and black fills in around my ankles and I do, yes I do indulge in the party that forms from self pitty. I am but human and an emotional junkie.
The fool am I for a moment to partake and then I see you. Looking on wondering what it will take to bring me back again.
Then that broken mirror reminded me of myself again. I saw my fragmented face and was reminded of my blessings.
I never refrain from telling the truth when someone asks about the scars and I love you for not stopping me.
I am all the parts of who I was and who I am with you.
We live in the balance of acceptance between black and white and while we lean from side to side at times we always end up back in the middle.
Loving us, our scars and all of our varied friends and their interesting stories that they without knowing tell us and we soak in their humanity.
I think if we've done anything right we have learned to love. I feel it true and strong when I look around us and see the many loving eyes that look to us for protection from judgment.
With you, I am gray.
Payton Jett
Glass Artisan / Silversmith
Payton Jett's Handmade Lampwork Beads, Fine silver and Jewelry
0 comments:
Post a Comment