Self Exploration

The rains fell; 

Cascading cloudburst
Splashing crowns upon the dry, grey earth.
 

Pieces of the self lie scattered, 

Shattered,
Washing away in the salt-water flood.

Dispirited and drawn out to the sea
Slivers and shards pulled every which way.
Distant echoes of memories left incomplete;
Still the rains fell like tears from the sky

Swept up onto sun sparkled shores
An island of solitude,

Of grieving despair...

Where, now warmed, 

The self will begin studying
Itself: all of its pieces in vast disrepair.

Rediscovering fragments
Examining the cracks, 

The fissures, the lines...

It will draw itself together and learn
This complexity is held together 

With far more than glue.

Someone will walk over 

That sand speckled beach
Someone will see the self and the beauty it keeps

Despite the fractured façade 

And tentative smile
There’s a fire behind her blue-grey eyes.

And she will discover the joy

Of being kissed by the rain

Of being herself once again
As she is loved by the sun.

*Rhiannon Oset* © 23 June '09 

(edit 3 Septemeber '10)