Shapeshifter


You come to me, contrite and silver-tongued, apologies dripping from your lips like sweet nectar. Tears glisten in your eyes as you look upon the scars you have dealt, my blackened eyes a pair of deuces.

I have lost this hand.

I have lost this game.

You stroke my hair with silken fingers. You beg me to take you back. It won't happen again, you tell me over and over.

Forgive and forget and all that.

What else am I to do?

I am shattered glass.

I am shattered.

And yet...

Glass shattered will still survive.

True, it loses form, growing ever smaller until it is unrecognizeable.

Indiscernable.

Unnoticed.

Glass shattered nearly disappears.

And yet it still goes on, the remains gathered up again by the tender arms of the earth and molded back into something new.

I am not shattered.

I am a rock, glistening with broken glass, facets of me you thought you ruined.

I cannot be destroyed.

When you pick up a piece of sandstone, hold it to the sunlight and watch it glisten. Know that I am there.

Look upon my many faces and recognize me.

And should you try to crush me still, know that one day, I will become the looking glass in which you finally see yourself.


~end~

This was written for this week's Trifecta Writing Challenge. 


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Writing in the Margins, Bursting at the Seams: Shapeshifter

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Shapeshifter


You come to me, contrite and silver-tongued, apologies dripping from your lips like sweet nectar. Tears glisten in your eyes as you look upon the scars you have dealt, my blackened eyes a pair of deuces.

I have lost this hand.

I have lost this game.

You stroke my hair with silken fingers. You beg me to take you back. It won't happen again, you tell me over and over.

Forgive and forget and all that.

What else am I to do?

I am shattered glass.

I am shattered.

And yet...

Glass shattered will still survive.

True, it loses form, growing ever smaller until it is unrecognizeable.

Indiscernable.

Unnoticed.

Glass shattered nearly disappears.

And yet it still goes on, the remains gathered up again by the tender arms of the earth and molded back into something new.

I am not shattered.

I am a rock, glistening with broken glass, facets of me you thought you ruined.

I cannot be destroyed.

When you pick up a piece of sandstone, hold it to the sunlight and watch it glisten. Know that I am there.

Look upon my many faces and recognize me.

And should you try to crush me still, know that one day, I will become the looking glass in which you finally see yourself.


~end~

This was written for this week's Trifecta Writing Challenge. 


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15 Comments:

At January 1, 2013 at 6:13 PM , Blogger Kelly Garriott Waite said...


Rossandra White (unregistered) wrote:

Wow! Says it all. Very powerful.

 
At January 1, 2013 at 6:53 PM , Blogger paulaj said...

What a picture. This is an amazing piece.

 
At January 1, 2013 at 7:39 PM , OpenID burningfireshutinmybones said...

That was very powerful. Excellent. May the Lord bless you!

 
At January 1, 2013 at 11:56 PM , Blogger Atreyee said...

Wow !What an imagery u conjured up!loved every bit of it-keep shining:-)

 
At January 2, 2013 at 2:44 AM , Blogger Ruby Manchanda said...

Splendid.

 
At January 2, 2013 at 9:19 AM , Anonymous sandra tyler said...

lovely as usual. Happy New Year Kelly!

 
At January 2, 2013 at 12:03 PM , Blogger Bo said...

The emotions in this are perfectly written. Really hit home for me.

 
At January 2, 2013 at 7:33 PM , OpenID jannatwrites said...

I like how you broke her description down to almost nothing and then reformed her into something greater than her shattered pieces. Ending with the looking glass reflecting who he was is just perfect!

 
At January 3, 2013 at 12:32 AM , Blogger Trifecta said...

That was a hell of a closing line!

 
At January 3, 2013 at 6:28 AM , Blogger kymm said...

Look upon my many faces and recognize me.

That is one amazing line, Kelly.

 
At January 3, 2013 at 6:29 AM , Blogger Draug said...

This whole piece is brilliant.

 
At January 3, 2013 at 7:04 AM , Blogger j umbaugh said...

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At January 3, 2013 at 7:05 AM , Blogger j umbaugh said...

WOW! "And should you try to crush me still, know that one day, I will become the looking glass in which you finally see yourself"

 
At January 3, 2013 at 10:17 AM , Blogger Stephanie B. @B4Steph said...

Wow, poetic, strong - and that last line - amazing! Always a pleasure coming here, Kelly.

 
At January 3, 2013 at 11:35 AM , Blogger Lucy said...

Beautiful!

 

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