Life in Technicolor - VII

Life in Technicolor – Part VII

By Brandon Palzkill

Numbly perched upon a park bench,

she moped beneath

 a dreary drizzle,

watching raindrops

as they make tear tracks

down the indigo lily petals.

The dour flowers

dragged under the dampened

weight of her lamentation;

her marriage was over;

gone like a passing train,

taking his warmth and compassion

and leaving despair

to drip upon her head.

He left her for his work;

his corporate mistress

with whom

she offered no competition,

and she was discarded

while he sought his fortunes.

Tears mingled

with the splattering rain,

while she remembered

all their happy moments

and she begged the storm

to sweep her memories away;

she didn’t want them;

they threatened to destroy her.

A splash, a sob,

and she was shaken from

her self-pity.

A frightened young boy,

cold and completely alone,

sat wordlessly in a puddle,

lost in his own misfortune.

He cried; she watched,

and her heart had remembered

its true purpose for being.

She pulled herself up,

and offered him

some much needed kindness,

to dissipate

the heavy downpour.

For the first and only time,

she was a mother,

defending her frightened cub

from the outside world.

She showed him shelter

from the harsh elements,

and found strengthening sustenance

to help him go on.  

She kept him safe

while he was hers to protect,

then guided him through the storm,

toward the long lost home

that waited for him

beyond the darkened clouds.

She delivered him from harm

and as she was his savior,

he was her salvation,

bringing her back from the depths

of her own dejection,

which threatened to claim

her fragile soul.

Her heart had taken a step

toward its healing journey,

and she remembered

what her heart could offer.

She needed to wear it

out into the world, again;

healing the brokenhearted,

she would finally heal herself.