The Story of A Broken Shell

I see you silouette 1 -- Capture

My apologies for missing Monday’s blog. An unfinished download of a programme gibbled my login.

I See You

© H. W. Bryce

I see you in the stars,
I see you in the trees
I see you in each flower,
I see your beauty every hour …

I see your broken body–
But I see your spirit shining through–
And how I do admire
How your love remains so true.

I see you there inside your broken shell,
I see your soul and what your eyes can tell,
And I will ring the bell proclaiming that you’re there
Still living, loving there inside your broken shell.

I will protect you now, Love,
And keep all harm away from you,
And know I love you dearly;
Know, my Love, how much I care.

I know somehow that still you dare.
That somehow deeply still you care
For Life, there inside your broken shell,
And I will strive to tell the world
How wonderful a soul you are,
About how much you’ve given back to life,
And how much still you have to share,
Even now from there inside your broken shell.

I see you in the stars,
I see you in the trees,
I see you in each flower,
I see your beauty every hour.

I see true beauty lies there deep within,
And not upon the outer shell,
For outer beauty is so transient
And inner beauty is the very soul of love.

I see your broken body
But I see your spirit shining through
And how I do admireI see you -- sun through tree -- Capture
How your love remains so true.

Note: While the inspiration for this poem is drawn from Alzheimer’s / Dementia, it could apply to many other situations: ALS, CF, MS, wounded soldiers or other military, people crippled by crime or accidents, battered women, firemen or workmen or nurses injured on the job…or just a broken heart. Anybody trapped in a broken shell.
I have written these words in the spirit of love, and with a broken heart for my loved one, whose body is, indeed, broken, yet nothing, not even Alzheimer’s, can trap and withhold the spirit of love.
There is a positive emanating from the negative of Alzheimer’s.
If you find any value in my words and if you are so inclined, feel free to use them. Just, please, include the poet’s credit.
Thank you.

Tree illustration credit: http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-txrwmKgtRAQ/Tqlk3rNg9hI/AAAAAAAAAW0/vnPwMJBYxDE/s1600/oak_tree+sun+shining+through.jpg

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Judge at 6th Rabindrinath Tagore Awards - International - English Poetry Contest Author of Ann, A Tribute, and Chasing a Butterfly, A story of love and loss to Acceptance with the poetry of Alzheimer's and poetry for everybody. Appears in anthologies in Canada, US, India, Mexico and Bolivia. Poetry in Ekphrastic Review and NWriteers International Networeworld Review. Member of Federation of BC Wrters, Royal City Literary Society, and Holy Wow Poets Canada. Member Writers International Network: Distinguished Poet, Distinguished writer.
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