Kaleidoscope
Shattered yet again
the shards of my wishes
lie scattered on the floor.
Pieces of my kaleidoscope
dull and lifeless
without their mirror
without their turning mechanism
without the light that gives them life.
Sharp edges cut me, make me bleed
while I gather them carefully into my hands.
I have fashioned them a container
a temporary home,
a holding place
or a hiding place.
Until I can find the mirror
until I can find the light
until I can find a way
to once again enjoy
the mesmerizing beauty
the always-changing spectrum
the rainbow of wonder.
I will hold on to the pieces, the shards,
my wishes, my dreams.
I will hold on to my hope.
I will rebuild my kaleidoscope.