~The Blanket~

The delicate pieces of my life

so frayed...

Torn away from the fabric

that once covered me

and protected my soul.

I touched them,

felt the ragged edges

hanging

loosely free.

I cried as I place them away

knowing I could never

fix what had been done,

the pieces now 

forever

separate.

My days turned to years

as time became a flowing river

taking me with its current

silently carrying me places

ever further from my beginnings.

The moments of awareness

were few

as I held onto 

what little I could...

frightened, alone

until all I could do was sleep

praying as I surrendered to the darkness

that I would be taken from the pain

and released from the anguish 

that tormented my heart.

And as I slowly let go
feeling my body falling, spinning
 becoming one with the eternal blackness,

I awoke,

quietly, 
alone

on the soft banks of my once raging river.

The morning sun

warm, gentle 

streaming though the trees.

And covering me

the blanket of my past

now sewn together
 in delicate stitches

and placed quietly over my body 

as I slept.

 Who found me,

reached out
and pulled me in?

Who found my blanket

torn and put sadly away

so long ago

and pieced it together

 so it could once again wrap me in it's comfort,
 warming me

gently in the depths of the night

And then carried me to the morning

safe, loved

and forever secure?

.