Shattered…

On a warm summer day, an old soul returned to

a place where parts of it remain for years.  Waiting

while misplaced pieces of it floated through life on

waves of tears.  Many gathered on this day all had

the same ancestral blood flowing through their veins.

Some came out of respect; the unbroken circle… was

there for gain.

These mortals had tried to keep the old soul away from

this final commemoration. They did not care about its

many years of painful isolation.  Death had not fractured

the unbroken circle had gone unchanged for years. The

return of this old soul brought to the cloistered multitude

panic and fear.

Disregarded, invisible with no rights, never heard, the old

soul was damned in their every fearful word.  Watched

closely, made to feel like a thief, an intruder daring to be a

part of their hypocritical grief. The old soul tried to enter

this circle of mourning, doors slammed in its face.  A

reminder of why it was not wanted in this cosseted place.

Unwanted at birth, cast out on a journey at an incredible

cost, to penetrate the unbroken circle was a battle that

would forever be lost.  The old soul believed there was a

time to grieve, a time to pray.  A time to remember when

an innocent soul simply forgotten and tossed away.

On soft breezes, those that gathered could be heard with

a pretense of moans.  Their voices echoed memorials

where truth was silenced the real story hidden, inside of

the unbroken circle truth forbidden. The old soul stared

down at a mound of dirt waiting for love that the grave

could not offer, while the unbroken circle gathered and

divided their coffers.

A shattered loving soul had returned to where a part of

it remained years, it gathered up the pieces of its heart

and wiped away its tears. The old soul had returned on

that warm summer day, to grieve the loss of never

hearing “I love you” or feeling a parent’s gentle touch.

It needed to tell the unbroken circle when children are

unloved their lives become crushed.

©2013.annjohnsonmurphree

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