Fireworks told me
it was a new year.
I didn’t stay up to watch,
to welcome, to light sparklers
to pretend I had written resolutions.
From my bed I watched
flashes through the bedroom curtain,
heard explosions, and wondered
how much debris the sun would expose.
I did talk to Mother God, yes Mother God.
We’d spent a lot of time together the last
few months as I nursed battle wounds,
and collected new scars.
She never mentioned hell or asked me
to confess sins…She listened and held my hand
when the edge was as close as a footstep.
Through the smoke of all the matches
and mini explosions assaulting the night
in frantic wishes a year could really arrive
unmolested by the old, I heard Mother God
whisper, “Optimism has always been the garden
you’ve replanted when agony uprooted the roses.”
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you’ve replanted when agony uprooted the roses.”
That is a powerful bit of truth. It seems resilience is the secret to survival.
you’ve replanted when agony uprooted the roses.”....The lines give me so much strength that I can't describe. The only way to survive and live. Beautiful, Susie.