Recovery

Sun Catchers,

You who have braved loss
                of lovers
                of motherhood
                of houses
                and Sweetpeas

you who have trudged through amazons
                of anxiety
                strangling vines of insecurity
                and adrenalin surges that snake up your spine

you who have traversed darkness
                while the unwanted
                press their urgent, metallic bodies into you,

you have sought relief
                in shiny bottles
                and long-stemmed glasses --
                a night-life held delicately between fingertips
                until cracked into chartreuse shards of morning light.

You have bloodied your feet
                on that broken glass
                limped along through sallow days
                wallowed in self pity
                until finally you pulled yourself from the depths

with mud-sucking honesty, you
                gathered the shattered pieces
                to fuse them bit by broken bit --
                to make useful and pretty again--

you have made sun-catchers from shadows.