Nina Brav

Writer, Blogger, Entrepreneur

Sparkle in the Sun

I was not

am not

will not ever be

the only broken person

in this world

I know this from my travels

the strangers met

yellow brick road

Acutely covered

In colorful shards

of our past.

An omen of the journey forward

But oh, how they sparkle in the sunlight

Streams of color glittering

while we wade,

knee deep,

through rainbow uncertainty.

How could I not see beauty

In the fact that they

Like me

Like you

Like we

Have traveled

And will travel forward

Throwing old pieces

picking up new

Until, we too,

Sparkle in the sun.