Fragile Eternities


by Julie Flanders (Photo by Roman Kraft)Treasure Box.Roman Kraft


From the last bracelet

In her box

The one that was tucked up under

The one that had a charm

Of the star of wonder

The only one left

After the theft

The last thread of her childhood

Comforts her

And leaves her bereft


From that circle

Around her wrist

Protection from the terrible twist of pain

At how little will remain

Of us

Or how much

Will be enough

To go on from here


Can you find something good

In the fire

That burns through the wild wood

Can you find something strong

In the mysterious fight of right

And wrong


With that bright spark

That impulse

She can finally sleep alone

In the dark

The door stays locked

The cradle un-rocked

By the storm outside

Her heart opens wide


She misses the picture

Of herself and her mother

The shape of her world

In the eyes of another girl

Who grew up

Who is gone

Who is now just a blur

In the grace of what was


In the grace of what is


And in the grace

Of what may someday


She closes the box

Now empty and torn

Accepting the fate

Of the fragile eternities

That we are born

To lose


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