Her “self”, at its nucleus is
calm and courageous--
as it was at her birth,
but life insisted on darkness;
extinguished its brilliance to smoke,
and shattered her “self” at its core.
Each of the fragments needful, but
in a space in time that no longer was, or is.
Their voices, she silenced in ignorance,
conflicted by their tantrums and pleas.
'Til one day the atomic rage ignited
and the chatter spewed forth.
Squeezing her heart and lungs fiercely,
her parts demanded to be heard.
She relented and listened summer
through summer to their stories
of anger and fear.
And so it was in her own compassion,
that she led her back
to the "self" of her birth.