That Day

That Day

That day

Her glass castle shattered in to a thousand pieces

A white flag and a deep exhale the only signs of life deposited on her shore

Today, sweet textures of love and story paving her road

All the broken pieces of glass forming her humble mosaic of whole

The past, unnecessary conceptual overlay that dampens a genuine soul

If you seek her, present is where you will find her spirit in solid hold

Her heart open, held in tender and worn hands

On a seldom rainy day in quiet blink she remembers a once diluted way

And that precious moment it all went astray

All the colors that arced her darkness and light

The silhouettes and shadows that broke her one unannounced night

You don’t need to confirm with her the strength you see in her dark eyes

For it was in the clarity of her weakness when she realized how deeply she was cut and bleeding

That Day

She came to understand it was the simplicity of her own honor and love she was truly needing

~Alisa Hutton

9 thoughts on “That Day

  1. I must say its coincidence that both of our post has tittle about “that day” and trust me your Work is lot better then mine the beauty in pain of your writing was on whole other level. Loved it honestly.

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  2. Alisa, I love how you tell the story of this strong woman who has endured the shattered glass. It is seen in her worn hands and strength in her eyes. She is like many, but she survived. Keith

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