She had been lifting her beliefs
high against a rising tide of reality
all her life.
She wrote a hauntingly accurate
depiction of her struggle –
Just about her search
for simple intimacy.
It had begun with a longing…
A longing for the tender touch
of the Mother,
A cheer for any accomplishment,
large or small.
From there the stage was set
for the struggles,
and the story played out
in a series of courageous tales
and yes, some losses.
She told us we are all damaged
by what breaks us.
That hurt leaks through our cracks.
But it is how we mend,
Again and again,
That matters.
© 2012  DiAnne Ebejer


About DiAnne Ebejer

I am retired and live on the East coast of Florida where I spend much of my time reading, playing with photography and trying to write some "poetry and then some" at I care deeply about many things and wish there was much more love and compassion in this world today. I also have a part time blog "Thought You Might Like This" used for special projects and occasional things of interest
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6 Responses to Mending

  1. Niamh Clune says:

    What a wonderful poem and interpretation of the healing process, DiAnne. Very moving.


  2. Always appreciate that you support me and comment on my words! Thank you!


  3. Beautiful thoughts, DiAnne. enjoyed this.


  4. Lovely. That first line is amazing.


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