The Gems in Brokenness
Sandy Clarisse
I stand at the altar
of my soul,
my inner priestess, fragmented—
scattering pieces
of my offering
across the depths
of my soul's infinite essence,
like shards of broken glass
tossed into the perfect
abyss of the ocean.
At my divine altar,
I bear witness
to those discarded parts
I harbour in darkness,
in the shameful, hidden recesses
of my being.
A reflection that unseals
the mirror of pain, concealed.
Within me,
in sacred agony...
I kneel.
An incessant flow of tears—
outpouring over these parts
forged in the fire
of my fears;
a purging sacrifice,
a release from the heart.
I see their beauty—
these forsaken pieces of me,
absorbed into the love I am,
in true glory.
Just as the glass fragments,
once dispersed,
integrate into the ocean's embrace—
gems of such elegance—
the shining sea glass
reflects my transformed brilliance.
As I lie bare
upon the altar of my heart,
the "never-enough"
embraces wholeness;
the toxic pleaser
transitions into her authentic self,
the avoider bravely
explores her truth,
the silenced one
finds her empowered voice,
the rag doll
establishes her boundaries,
the doormat
rises in her dignity.
In the same way, the shards of glass,
being rocked in love's vast ocean,
transform with care
into sea glass jewels,
each a story beyond compare.
Come and bow
at the altar of love, so bright,
in devotion to
the gems within... in darkness and in light.
All are welcome,
all are embraced—
each part vital in who we become,
A loving touch of grace.