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I survived.
Came out from the ruin and ashes of what I once was.
Examined what was left and wondered how to begin again.
Bits and pieces of what I loved float around me--elusive ashes.
I grasp and reach, unable to spark the old flame inside.
Desire remains, ability impaired
I'm not the same.
A new crater waits for me to climb out.
The horizon's changed, few people remained.
Once fallen a failure, now rising back defiant.
And in my hidden places inside, some are weaker, more are stronger.
I'm raw and unfinished, yet bridled and wiser.
Will I come off triumphant? Will I make it through more?
Will my voice become silent? Unmissed and unsought?
What's my contribution?
Swept out to sea. Alone on an island where a world used to be.
Yet I linger, intelligence intact, spirit much stronger, the wind at my back.
Crying out again,
Dare to dream.
Joyce R. Alton, Sep. 28, 2021
